Weird Bennington Dream

(((I had a dream last night that my old Bennington professor David Slavitt held me down in his class gave me an elegant blue yakuza-style tattoo over my back.)))

((Now that I'm actually reading what I just wrote, it seems pretty weird. Whatever, are your dreams normal?)))

(((Slavitt was seriously the best writing instructor I ever had. A vicious editor. Apparently he ran for local office recently and wrote a book about it.)))
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What I like most is his on-the-money descriptions of local pols and personalities, and his unique take on the milieu of Cambridge and Somerville. Slavitt, writes honestly about his fears running for office: after all he is no spring chicken, he has an ongoing flirtation with prostrate cancer, and like anyone who has lived any length of time he has a few skeletons in his closet. Slavitt ruminates;

“ What if Toomey or Green goes to the library and looks into my literary career. The “Exhibitionist,” my pseudonymous potboiler of 1967, was widely attacked as a “dirty book,”…. Worse than that….there’s an elegant little joke that poet and small press publisher Robert Wallace put out in 1987: “ The Cock Book: A Child’s First Book of Pornography…” None of this puts me in the same league with Paris Hilton, but she is not running for office.”

(((Benningtonites: Did you ever have a dream at school where the entire campus was in a church-style lock-in inside a gymnasium? I know two other people who used to have that same dream.))))