Connie Harkness

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The wild night language of my dreams told the truth. “Night language” is a Joycean term, but I will not here attempt to reproduce the language of Finnegans Wake, James Joyce’s mammoth effort to create on the page the syntax of our sleeping minds. Plainer descriptions of my dreams will have to suffice.
Knife: Meditations After an Attempted Murder
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