August 15, 2002

Murmurs

I keep a document of fragments. Most of the pieces I write emerge from these fragments. Mainly I change things; I read through the document and make small changes. This is what happened just now. I found a fragment I liked, only it didn’t seem quite right: too many commas, too broken up and stuttery. So I removed some commas, and that made it better. Then I realized that the fragment was actually a quote from Beckett, so I put it back the way it was:

I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs.