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Sections
of ‘Dreams’
by Crysse Morrison
- for recording and
playing with installation. |
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Angel
Bride - 'Dreams' |
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dreamed
I grew wings,
huge and silvery
in the early
light. I was
delighted. I
soared and flew
to him. |
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I
dreamed I was
running through
a dark forest,
not knowing
why. Suddenly
I remembered
I could fly.
Why hadn’t
I done that
before? I lifted
from the ground
and began to
rise above the
trees. From
below I heard
a voice say,
You’re
no angel. And
I faltered.
I am an angel,
I insisted.
See my wings,
all spangled
with diamonds.
I reached to
touch their
glowing brilliance
but they melted
in my hand,
they were not
jewels at all,
they were tears.
I sank to the
ground and woke
shivering. |
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What
can you promise
if you have
no voice at
all? |
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I
pulled him to
me calling ‘Fly
with me’
and he said,
‘Don’t
be absurd. Those
wings take up
far too much
space.’
He snapped them
off and I awoke. |
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Last
night I dreamed
I went to the
place where
I had hidden
my wings. I
had packed them
carefully but
as I began to
unwrap them
I found the
coverings had
been bleeding.
I unwound and
unwound for
a long time,
and the wrappings
became like
sodden bandages. |
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I
wanted to run but
I could not leave
this terrible place,
a place between places,
until I awoke. |
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You
did this. You left
me here, ripped, torn
apart, shorn of my
wings. |
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I
knew it was my own
voice |
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Somewhere
in the forest, crouching,
naked, the woman who
was me lies sobbing. |
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Crysse
Morrison 2003 |
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