VIRGINIA'S TRAIN
Dreamed 2005/9/24 by Emily Joy
dedicated to Virginia Woolf
I dreamed a group of time-travelers built a new machine, in an effort to escape time entirely. When they fired it up, it ran backward and forward across the threads of time, like a shuttle, or a train (it was made of four old boxcars, after all). There was a glitch—sometimes the train would phase in slightly and scoop up bystanders…many of whom were our own past- and future-selves.
The dream cried out to be written as a poem…
In a single night
I helped time-travelers build a ship. It took unexpected flight Off a garage roof and tripped Into a Jurassic scene; Our ship phased in and caught A dinosaur who turned out to be me. Once we'd put me back into
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But then in a blink
We were back in an era of candlelight. Some trick of the motor scrambled the number, So Now was 1893. My soul fled, sea-sick, Onto a moonlit beach in Maine, where I became A woman in a corset-- The lighthouse keeper's wife-- Dolorous, debating: Should I cast myself in the sea, or ought I make one last attempt at life? In phased the ship, and I was caught. |
Most of the people who got scooped were rather frightened and they behaved badly. The lighthouse-keeper's wife was an exception. She begged the time-travelers "Don't send me back," and became part of the crew. She eventually stepped in as the little girl's adoptive mother.
That's all. Or it was. Until some weeks later, exploring the World Dream Bank, I came across a rant by Wayan called Fire in the Crucible, and read this passage on Virginia Woolf:
"Woolf's earliest memory was of hearing surf as curtains flutter in a room, making similar waves of light. Her prose is full of waves, not just washes of sound and rhythm (though I noticed that, reading her essays), but waves of mood and subject too. Orlando washes into the future, now slow, now whoosh. The first snip of Virginia Woolf I ever read was a sudden rushing fantasy of being a dinosaur--it had this same wave-swept quality--timesurfing! Just a quick ride, then you're cast on the reality beach again..."Later still, someone mentioned to me that Woolf wrote To the Lighthouse. And that she committed suicide by drowning. I think I knew these things already. But the other stuff? Not a clue.
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