Just a few nights ago, I had a dream I discovered a long-lost/unpublished Allen Ginsberg poem, and yes, I did remember parts of it upon waking. This is not the first time I've read things 'written by' other people in my dreams, but I'd never thought of it as plagiarism until I read this post.
I hope thinking of those lines as plagiarism isn't distressing, it's meant to make it more fun to dream other poets lines, like forbidden fruit. Can you share any of the Ginsberg poem you dreamt?
Not distressing, just interesting! It kinda makes me feel like I was channeling something from the great beyond when I think of it that way.
Some of the lines I wrote down:
"Men leer in the riverdark"
"Women come into my tent and say 'what you reading?' etc."
"I, having known the taste of my own mind, can no longer fart around in America's dusty offices."
(There were others, but I'm saving them because I might actually 'plagiarize' them for something of my own.)
The really interesting thing about this dream-poem is that it was called "Spoon River Anthology," but then it was actually "Song of Myself," but it was written by Ginsberg and not Whitman or Masters.
Well, obviously I love this!
dolphinitely
I’ve met David Berman in my dreams at least three times.
what songs did he sing and do you remember any lyrics?
Just a few nights ago, I had a dream I discovered a long-lost/unpublished Allen Ginsberg poem, and yes, I did remember parts of it upon waking. This is not the first time I've read things 'written by' other people in my dreams, but I'd never thought of it as plagiarism until I read this post.
I hope thinking of those lines as plagiarism isn't distressing, it's meant to make it more fun to dream other poets lines, like forbidden fruit. Can you share any of the Ginsberg poem you dreamt?
Not distressing, just interesting! It kinda makes me feel like I was channeling something from the great beyond when I think of it that way.
Some of the lines I wrote down:
"Men leer in the riverdark"
"Women come into my tent and say 'what you reading?' etc."
"I, having known the taste of my own mind, can no longer fart around in America's dusty offices."
(There were others, but I'm saving them because I might actually 'plagiarize' them for something of my own.)
The really interesting thing about this dream-poem is that it was called "Spoon River Anthology," but then it was actually "Song of Myself," but it was written by Ginsberg and not Whitman or Masters.
Beautiful 😌