Sunday, November 9, 2008
Ron Silliman Dream # 12 (Batch 2, dream 4): Core Strategies
The crowd all around me’s going nuts and I climb into the ring. Ron’s in my corner, and he’s screaming:
“Remember what I told you, son, remember what I told you.”
Yeah, yeah, I’m thinking. This is going to be a piece of a cake. A piece of cake. A real piece of cake.
“Just go East,” Ron’s booming. “Just go East.”
My opponent’s entering the ring, the crowd’s gone silent, and, damn, he is f-cking enormous, with a Mohawk, earrings and studs. And he’s leaping around the ring like a jack-hammer.
And, O no!——the crowd’s started chanting “The hammer.”
“The hammer. The hammer. The hammer.”
And now the ring announcer, a fat version of Michael Buffer, introduces my opponent as the “All-Time King, Bill ‘the hammer’ Snakely.”
I’m getting pummeled. Snakely’s all over me. Nothing helps. I even try reciting the opening to Chaucer’s Tales:
“Whan that April with his showres soote
The droughte of March hath perced to the roote” etc etc
Ron’s screaming, Bill’s hammering, I’m bleeding.
I am going to die, I think. I am going to die.
But then a tiny little voice comes to me like a water-lily: remember the core strategies of abstraction, son. remember the core strategies of abstraction.
And I am expanding. I am burning. Nothing can stop me. I am all-powerful. Snakely is nothing !!!