Reality Dreams – A surreal Sixties book – The Preface.

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I used Pete’s incredible poem as the preface.

Preface

When I take all the time in the world

Me, you and it are all one –

Time agoes, roundabout whirls

Along distances never run.

 

If I think at the speed of light in my brain

And if my thoughts carry any weight

They’ll have infinite mass

And now and again

I’ll be able to speak with some gravity –

Which won’t be dependent on brevity

‘Cos infinites, infinite infinity.

And what about now? When? Now – then.

 

The monodimension

Mu-meson dilation

Of infinite extension,

Red shift relation,

That memory retention

Is fade out dependention –

One way ticket down entropies gangway.

 

When I take all the time in the world

And think it all into a second –

Has been and will be,

Old man and baby,

In coracle hairy

Of knowledge and mystery;

The facts and the fantasy

Of matter and energy

And Einstein’s light

All might

Be the same

But for name

 

In the rhyme

Of old tyme

……Dancing…….

When I take all the time in the world.

 

Pete Smith 1973

Reality Dreams – A surreal Sixties book I started writing in 1970 – The Introduction

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I thought I’d get this typed up. It is very strange. I’m wasting my time, right?

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Introduction

I started to write this book back in 1970. At the time I thought I was creating something quite revolutionary. I was writing a collage of a story incorporating poems, cartoons, spirituality, biology and philosophy.

I eagerly sent it off to publishers who, for some strange reason, did not get the weird counterculture entity I had produced. I think they were looking for something that conformed to a more standard format. I put it down to their lack of ability to understand.

Only with the passing of time, many rewrites, and greater objectivity did I realise that the writing was rubbish and the narrative did not carry the reader.

So why am I bothering to resurrect it now 46 years later?

Well I ask myself that too. But I am attached to it. It was my first foray into writing and I find it fascinating. It is a mass of all the ideas going through the head of a twenty year old veteran of the sixties scene. It’s full of weirdness and naivety. Rewriting it is like communing with the person I used to be forty six years ago. It’s like meeting an old friend. It makes me smile.

I am addressing the writing but I can’t do much about the structure. It’s a sixties thing.

 

Opher 23.9.2016

Poetry – Surreal – an ode to Dali

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I always loved Dali. He was a showman, used car salesman, and an incredible artist. I loved the humour, trickery and expertise. There was always a sparkle in his eye and mischief in the making. You could take nothing on face value. I also adored his imagination, inventiveness and disdain for officialdom. He was a rebel.

Perhaps he did sell out? Perhaps he was arrogant? I’m not so sure. He was an artist and one of my favourites.

I wrote this after visiting Gala’s house in Spain. It was crazy. What a game!

Surreal

Confuse me with long legged giraffes

Beneath the melting clock

Armed with the Dali Gala

Feed me the nuclear shock

For I will wax my moustache

And cavort with the ants

Within the world of my dreams

That your colours all enhance

 

Opher 31.12.98