tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9857818.post200642745361939913..comments2023-06-30T14:33:11.914+01:00Comments on Carrie Etter: Difficult Times, Agonizing PoemsCarrie Etterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09617695047663413425noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9857818.post-74500673029082950302008-08-26T14:48:00.000+01:002008-08-26T14:48:00.000+01:00"even in my dreams he can't walk."This is very tou..."even in my dreams he can't walk."<BR/>This is very touching. Your dreams are your truest friend. Real dreams, I mean. When we say 'in your dreams' we mean day-dreams. Which are valuable too in their own right. Your real dreams are honest and (because your own) compelling. They mean well. If you dislike them you could always tweak them a bit, as Maxwell Perkins used to do by reading War and Peace every night before he went to sleep. I'm not counselling this, but it is an option.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02718677687337811056noreply@blogger.com