You Look Angry When I Am Beautiful: Alien Houses

You Look Angry When I Am Beautiful

Musings of a Man with his Muse

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Alien Houses


I am alienated from
my life as we are from
the houses we lived in as children.

It is silly to visit those houses as an adult
and to stand outside a house that is
not a house one lives in, not even really the
house one once lived in, just a house, really
someone else's home now, not our own.

One visits those houses in dreams most appropriately,
a space of consciousness where they are
not the houses they were in life at all
always changed but still one's own though
appropriately alien as everything in a dream
is and yet remains one's own like the dream itself.

My own life now is like that, a
set of rooms I once occupied but
not the same rooms I lived in at
all, more like the rooms in dreams of
all the houses I lived in while I was growing
up and then moved from entirely visiting
less frequently and then only vaguely

remembered remotely and, finally,
only in dreams where it is not my life but a
jumbled recreation of the life I moved through
even in waking mostly dreaming the stuff of dreams
as the houses now I lived in then now a
place outside those places in another life illusory
which once seemed so real, alive now only in dreams,
accessible to me now only in deepest sleep.

Awake I find myself
not anyone I recall having been
in the days before but knowing
who I am then and now as I
navigate the recognized spaces lived in
dreams of expectations familiar yet estranged.

I tell myself this space is my room and
know with the certainty of waking it is so
as surely as I know the houses in dreams I
left in sleep though no house
ever the same as in my life now is still
my own life shifting unfamiliar but fixed in that certainty.

I am not remotely who
I thought I was or would be
so alien in a skin of me in waking life
dreaming of that other
no longer quite so clear.
I know the difference, this
inverted contrast of distinctions
between the dream houses and the houses I visit
only in dreams and the spaces in which

my life occurs to me almost as a dream even as I feel the pinch.

KLK
3/30/12 

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