This will be the basis for my next poem cycle.

“And in the epilogue, Mr. Cheney writes that after undergoing heart surgery in 2010, he was unconscious for weeks. During that period, he wrote, he had a prolonged, vivid dream that he was living in an Italian villa, pacing the stone paths to get coffee and newspapers.”
New York Times article on the former vice president’s forthcoming memoir


  1. For some reason, I'm flashing back to the opening of Anthony Burgess' Earthly Powers.

    Cheney will have catamites in your cycle, perhaps? Shudder.


  2. This excites me very much. Let me know what happens with the poem. I have a feeling we'll be doing a session on it at the conference of the Association for the Study of Dreams one of these years.