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///////////////// You're Never Really Awake


Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?




An inspiring new online course I'm running with The Poetry School this Spring 2015: Dream On - Waking Up Your Poems with the Phantasmagoric.

Booking is open NOW. Why not treat yourself, and bring the best out of your poems in the new year. Course starts Monday 26th January. Book your place on the link above.


http://www.poetryschool.com/resources/ps-brochurespring2015-printerfriendly.pdf
 

Join me to uncover the power of dreams, nightmares, reveries and more besides...



Comments

Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Ben

Many of my poems come from dreams. Lucy Wadham told me that Mick Imlah always used to eat cheese last thing at night in order to improve the quantity and quality of his dreams.

Best wishes from Simon R. Gladdish
Ben Wilkinson said…
Ah, that's a great little anecdote Simon. One I can well believe, too, having long admired (and in equal part been baffled by) some of his more weird and wonderful dramatic monologues... God rest his soul.

my best, B

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