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In Sleep You Search Out a Door by Karen Craigo

In Sleep You Search Out a Door

 

A breath or claw disturbs your
clothes.
In dreams it always lumbers
near.
You run or freeze, you hold
your pose.
Some breath or claw disturbs
your clothes
and it’s the animal you chose.

its hundred eyes and funk of
fear.
A breath or claw disturbs your
clothes.
In dreams it always lumbers
near.

-Karen Craigo

Karen Craigo’s first full-length poetry collection, No More Milk, is forthcoming from Sundress Publications in 2016. She teaches writing in Springfield, Missouri

Find Karen on
Twitter: @karenkawrites
Blog: http://betterviewofthemoon.blogspot.com/
Website: http://http://www.papercranewritingservices.com

Art: The Dream Door by QueenBee47, DeviantArt.com.

Poem & Image originally featured in Maura Alia Badji’s Dream Residency at IONE’s 21st Annual Dream Festival. 

Craigo
Dream Door by QueenBee47

Sweet Lullaby

Sweet Lullaby

What could be better than being gently read to sleep? Being gently sung to sleep, of course.

Before I had a child with whom to share lullabies, I fell in love with Deep Forest’s “Sweet Lullaby”, which was originally released in 1992 as a single and then in re-mixed versions in 1994.

Despite the widespread belief, bolstered by the video, that ‘Sweet Lullaby” was based on a traditional African song, Deep Forest, a French world music/ethnic electronica group based the song on a traditional Baegu lullaby. The song, called “Rorogwela”,comes from Malaita Island of the Solomon Islands and uses a vocal sample originally recorded by ethnomusicologist Hugo Zemp in 1970 and later released by UNESCO as part of their Musical Sources collection.

The lyrics refer to a young child being comforted by his older brother or sister despite the loss of one or both of their parents.

Sasi sasi o to aro aro
O angi si nau boroi amu
Ni ma oe e fasi korona
Dolali dasa na, lao dai afuimae
Afuta guau mauri, Afuta wela inomae
Sasi sasi ae o angisi nau
Boroi nima oe e fasi koro na
Dolali dasa na, lao dai afuimae
Afuta guau mauri, Afuta wela inomae

ENGLISH INTERPRETATION
Young brother, young brother you be quiet
Although you are crying to me
Your father has left us
He has gone to the place of the dead
Protect the head of the living, Protect the orphan child
Young brother, young brother hey? Although you are crying to me
Your father has left us
He has gone to the place of the dead
Protect the head of the living, protect the orphan child.

Lullaby

I never looked for the translation before tonight; I just loved the melody. Now that I know the meaning of the words, I can’t say I find them particularly comforting.

Perhaps something was lost in translation, or maybe my Americanized idea of comfort differs from that of the Baegu.  Perhaps the Baegu find comfort in having an older person give them a dose of reality with a tender melody?  No matter, I still love this song.

At the core of the melody is the poignant voice of Afunakwa who comes from the island of Malaita (region: Fataleka) in the Solomon Islands. It was her singing that was recorded in 1969 by ethnomusicologist Hugo Zemp in an effort to archive the traditions of the Baegu fading culture.

lullaby

When my son was born I was happy to share it with him; although he preferred Guinean & English lullabies as a small child, “Sweet Lullaby” was also one of his favorites.

Do you have a favorite lullaby?

~Maura Alia Badji

Sources: Wikipedia, YouTube, lyrictranslate.com, whosampled.com

Alyesha Wise: Dreaming Life, Living Her Dream

 

Alyesha Wise

Alyesha Wise: Dreaming Life, Living Her Dream

“I had a dream last night that the government started questioning the income of independent artists & requiring a license for us to do what we do.

I woke up from that dream knowing that such a thing could happen in real life (Don’t doubt these fools these days). And that my inner God will always be my “license.”

And, of this world, I will always be unafraid.”

–Alyesha Wise

When I asked Alyesha Wise if I could have some of her work to share here during my Dream Residency for Ione’s Annual Dream Festival, she sent me a selection that included her TEDxPasadenaWomen talk and a Button Poetry spoken word performance.

At first I didn’t see that what she sent me :fit” into the theme of dreams/dreaming, but I kept listening. Soon the hazy clouds of unknowing parted; I saw that all she had sent me had to do with dreams, were indeed the stuff of dreams brought into reality.

Alyesha Wise, poet, writer, spoken word artist, is the living embodiment of the dreams she had as a young girl, a young Black girl who dreamed of being a writer. Listen to her TEDx talk and you will hear her speak of the little girl who dreamed of a women who was all about creating poems, and never taking any shit. A woman whose words created her world.

Hear her poem “To This Black Woman Body, Part I”, and you will learn how a skinny Black girl, who once doubted her right to claim womanliness, who once feared the repercussions that came running after a girl “walking like a woman”, who then came to create and live the dream of a Black woman loving and accepting herself, including her particular Black woman’s body as it is, as she lives in it.

I see the acts of imagining, creating, and inhabiting a reality you and others did not at first see as some of the most rewarding, important, and radical acts of dreaming. Dreaming into your life, living into your dreams.

I invite you to listen, learn, savor and share the words of Alyesha Wise’s dreams.

Alyesha Wise is a published Poet, Teaching Artist and TEDx Speaker who launched her artistic career in Philadelphia, Pa.  Currently residing in Los Angeles, Alyesha was the 2014 DPL Grand Slam Champion and a member of the 2014 and 2015 DPL Slam Teams. She is also a 2-time Women of the World Poetry Slam finalist, a 2-time Philadelphia Grand Slam Champion and Assistant-coach of the Get Lit Youth Slam Team in L.A., who placed 3rd in the world in 2014.

Some of her additional highlights include, but aren’t limited to, a 2012 interview with American Film Director, Ron Howard – An artist feature in the Google Interstellar Project, specifically a “Time Capsule” documentary presented by Google Play and Christopher Nolan, in conjunction with the hit movie, Interstellar – and being told by co-founder of Essence Magazine, Russell Goings, “In All, You Are Awesome.”

More info about Ms. Wise can be found at: http://www.MsWiseDecision.com

TEDX Talk: Raising Her By Raising Myself

Button Poetry: Alyesha Wise – “To This Black Woman Body, Part I

 

~Maura Alia Badji

Alyn Wambeke : Wordwood Dream

Alyn Wambeke
Wordwood Dream by Alyn Wambeke

Alyn Wambeke is that rare bird–a true Renaissance man with just the right balance of confidence and humility. I asked him to contribute art for Ione’s Dream Festival and he sent me “Wordwood Dream” today.

Alyn Wambeke is a writer, artist, worrier, hoper, gardener, civil-rights agitator, and advertising veteran in Atlanta who’s choosing to look on the last few years of unemployment as early retirement. He’s very fond of Oxford Commas and arugula

 

*This was also a featured post for my Virtual Dream Residency for Ione’s 21st Annual Dream Festival.

 

invocation : a poem by jo reyes-boitel

invocation

 

invocation

distant voice heard at the corner         blame it on the wind
front door blown open                            can’t keep accusing the weather

giggles behind you
the spirit in you knows
Eshu must be fed first

hungry as a child bring some candy

mischievous man pour rum greedily at any crossroads

old now light his cigars

omi tutu, axé tutu, onã tutu, ilê tutu, tutu Laroyê 1

quick now, keep up
Eshu works all corners, all doors, all paths
pour palm oil greedily
wherever two streets come together

and if you are lucky
days later
your dream will have you in the kitchen making café
walking out with small white cups of espresso
while Eshu runs between your steps

there is a party happening tonight
and Eshu is happy about it, has come early

look down
grab a hold of him
marvel at his wild face near yours
love the wilderness living within him
let him wrap his legs around your waist
let him hug you hard
his hand possessively at your neck, fingers in your hair

if Eshu is with you none are against

welcome Elegua welcome

  1. * fresh water, the spirit is fresh, the way is fresh, the home is fresh, Eshu is fresh.

–jo reyes boitel

jo reyes-boitel
writer, motivator/supporter, mother, daughter to oya and obatala, rabid music listener, percussionist and lover. texas transplant, by way of minnesota | florida | mexico | cuba. jo works to actively connect everyday earth activities to the heaven that surrounds.

Ingrid Lucia–Dreams Aren’t Only for the Young

Dreams Aren’t Only for the Young–Ingrid Lucia– Live@ Snug Harbor, NOLA, Filmed by Kristen Fouquet

Ingrid Lucia is a jazz vocalist and musician based in New Orleans, LA; she is the leader of the Flying Neutrinos, a band founded by her parents in the 1980s.

Ingrid Lucia
INGRID LUCIA

Of their first CD, “I’d Rather Be on New Orleans”, the Washington Post said, “There are times when Ingrid Lucia and the Flying Neutrinos’ album I’d Rather Be in New Orleans is enticing enough to make even a staunch New Yorker feel homesick for the Big Easy. A sultry, behind-the-beat voice, a combination of sometimes languid, sometimes syncopated rhythms, and lots of evocative brass all conspire to make this a picture postcard of an album.”

Ingrid Lucia and Kristen Fouquet have collaborated on projects before, most recently ” The Shotgun Sunday Series” postcard collection. See Kristin’s site Le Salon for more information.

 

KRISTIN FOUQUET

Kristin Fouquet is a writer and photographer in the lovely city of New Orleans. Her short fiction and fine art and street photography have been published widely online and in print. She is the author of Twenty Stories (Rank Stranger Press 2009), a collection of short literary fiction, Rampart and Toulouse (Rank Stranger Press, 2011), a novella and other stories, The Olive Stain and other stories (Hammer & Anvil Books, 2013), an e-chapbook, and the print version, The Olive Stain and other stories (Le Salon Press, 2013).

Her virtual home is http://www.fouquet.cc/kristin/LeSalon.html

~Maura Alia Badji

Reading in bed: Oh, for a book and a cozy nook.

Oh, for a book and a cozy nook.

bed

Maybe it’s a holdover from being read to sleep as a child, but I love reading in bed.

Is reading, all cozied up in the covers, part of your pre-sleep ritual? Does poetry or prose help send you off to the land of dreamy dreams? Did you ever make blanket forts when you were a kid?

If you answered yes to one or more of these questions, have I got the perfect cozy-book-nook-blanket-bed-fort for you, right here:  http://www.buzzfeed.com/danieldalton/the-password-is-scotchy-scotch-scotch#.lg8wwX5kX

I stumbled on British writer Daniel Dalton’s excellent DIY bed-fort how-to/ ruefully funny tale of a broken heart last year and promptly shared it all over creation.  I also book-marked it, saving it for that hazy future day when I must, simply must have a bed-fort. Since my very comfortable bed currently resides on the floor without the bed frame necessary to anchor the bed-fort of my dreams, that day will remain hazy just a while longer.

My future bed-fort shall differ from Mr. Dalton’s excellent but somewhat stylistically austere design in one important way: in addition to the hearty but not too glaring reading lamp bulb, mine shall feature fairy lights.

bed

Lots of fairy lights.

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Did I mention fairy lights?

May your dreams be sweet and your book nook cozy.

 

Persephone Under the Dream Sea

dream

 

Persephone Under the Dream Sea

When I was a youngin of about 4 or 5, living in the frozen tundra of Buffalo, NY, (Hi, Lisa Klossner! ) I developed an inexplicable crush on Jacques Cousteau.

PERSEPHONE UNDER THE SEA dream

I dreamed that I went to live with Mssr. Jacque under the sea, but we had to break up because I could not abide by the giant fish that kept creeping up on us while we were enjoying our underwater playground and singing French songs.

persephone dream

Also, I refused to eat any of the polka-dotted chicken fish he kept trying to feed me. In hindsight, I think I saved myself from an oceanic Persephone scenario. I had this same dream repeatedly for several years.

Persephone dream

Could this be why I’ve ended nearly every male/female relationship I’ve had? The thrill of an escape to freedom? I’ll not eat your pomegranate seeds or your polka-dot chicken-fish, Monsieur!

PERSEPHONE UNDER THE SEA dream

Hmmm. I blame the French Canadian tv I was exposed to at a tender age.  All that Chez Hélène, sorrowful art films from The Children’s Foreign Film Festival, and repeated viewings of Jacques’ Undersea World apparently took a toll.

persephone under the sea dream

It could have been worse. At least I wasn’t made to watch Hee Haw or The Lawrence Welk Show.

Do you have any dream stories to share?

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A Brief History of Dream Interpretation

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Good Morning Dreamers!

Do you have any dreams to share?

As I’ve focused on the world of dreams and dream interpretation this week I’ve wondered how long we humans have been examining the wanderings of our sleeping brains. A simple Internet search of the reveals we’ve been at it for quite some time, dating back to 3000-4000 B.C. when dreams were set down on clay tablets.

I imagine that our preoccupation with dreams goes back even further and that from the time we were able to communicate which each other, in however rudimentary a form, human beings have been enchanted with the dream world and have strived to understand them.

While some primal societies could not distinguish between the everyday and the dream world, for some ancient societies the dream world, was seen as not only an extension of the waking world, but as being a more powerful realm.

dream

The ancient Greeks and Romans believed dreams were direct messages from the dead, the ancestors, or the gods. Dreams were interpreted as predictions and forewarnings of the future. Temples and shrines were built where people could sleep in order to receive dream messages.

So strong was their belief in the power of dreams that the actions of rulers and military leaders were often dictated by them. Dream interpreters accompanied generals into the battle fields in order to help advise on strategy. That is not a job I’d recommend to anyone.

dream

In ancient Egypt, priests acted as revered dream interpreters; they were looked up to as divinely gifted. They too advised rulers and military leaders. Dreams were documented in hieroglyphics. Those people who had extremely vivid dreams were believed to be blessed by the gods.

dream
dream

Some cultures, such as the Chinese, believe that the dream world is an actual place that our spirit or soul visits nightly. As the soul leaves the body for this nightly journey it is believed that one should not be suddenly awakened because the soul may fail to return on such short notice.

Some African, Aboriginal, Native American, and Mexican societies held the belief of the dream world as another dimension, separate from the waking world and inhabited by dead ancestors who could provide dreaming visitors with messages, guidance, and information about one’s path or purpose in life.

Dream

Many in of these societies also believed that the spirits of the ancestors could inhabit plants, animals, water, and living humans in order to deliver their gifts, warnings, curses, or information. Many continue to hold these beliefs today.

This is by no means an exhaustive look at the history of belief in dream interpretation, but even briefly tracing back into history reveals a long-standing pull to glean information and guidance from our dreams. For instance the Bible and Koran are full of dream references; both religious texts include the story of Joseph and his role as an interpreter of dreams.

How do you approach the interpretation of your dreams? Through meditation? Consulting a dream dictionary? Do you regularly share and discuss your dreams with others?

~Maura

Dreamtime: Stories of Aboriginal Australia

Dreamtime: Stories of Aboriginal Australia

The Dreamtime is the phrase for the animist framework,  symbol system, and oral history tradition of Australian Aboriginal mythology.  It’s also the way Aboriginals organize their understanding of the world, its creation, and its greatest stories.  The Dreamtime also encompasses the belief that Reality is actually a dream we are all dreaming.

 

Dreamtime

Dust Echoes is a series of twelve beautifully animated Dreamtime stories from Central Arnhem Land, telling stories of love, loyalty, duty to country and aboriginal custom and law.

Dreamtime
Warrior of The Dreamtime

Tom E Lewis: ” Dust Echoes is one way that we are bringing everyone back to the same campfire – black and white. We are telling our stories to you in a way you can understand, to help you see, hear and know. And we are telling these stories to ourselves, so that we will always remember, with pride, who we are. “

Dreamtime
Tom E Lewis, Dust Echoes

Dust Echoes