So, never before in print. Never on Google…until, presumably, today.
It has been as if there existed an open secret, a direct by-word-of-mouth conduit to a haunting-by-pillowghosts of which nobody wanted to spoil the spell.
In many ways, I hope this blog entry is not a spoiler in that sense. On the contrary, I expect – with the power of the internet – this will strengthen the spell. A collective conscious can be so much more effective than an uncollective one. Meanwhie, it remains difficult to set the pecking-order of truth and fiction and their various apportionments of symbiosis.
Tonight, instead of mere candle dreaming, your dreams should be more directly connected with the truth of fiction than ever before. Your head buried even more deeply into your pillow the closer to hear the whispering of the ghost it surely always wanted to be.
Not a pillow ghost, not a ghost pillow, not even a ghostpillow, but a veritable pillowghost as the softest shape of connived-with poltergeist – not only a compound word but also one with its constituent interconnection of letters in the right order and snuggling together in a neat row upon their own white pillow of meaning.
Whispering that you will never be awake enough again to hear it whispering.
“The candleflame in a candle dream never dies.”
from ‘THE PILLOW GHOST” by E. Nesbit.
Before the above was posted yesterday, there was genuinely not a single hit on ‘Google’ for ‘pillowghost’ spelt as one word. Which seems very strange in view of its resonance with ‘poltergeist’
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posted Monday, 2 November 2009
Now published in THE LAST BALCONY (InkerMen Press 2012)