Pynchon Dream

[RICHARD ROMEO]

Last night I had a dream that I was attending a history class being 
taught by Thomas Pynchon.  Throughout I wondered whether the others in my 
class were there for the same reason.  When the teacher entered I was 
afraid to see the face of the man I had come to fear/adore in some way.  
He had fair-colored hair, wore WWI pilot goggles with the flaps covering 
parts of his face and behind his head.  His lecture consisted of a large 
red bottle of wine, cheeses which tasted or looked like sweets which he 
cut into a piece for each of us including my brother who was a cat, and 
some old preterite who kept babbling about something till I had to yell 
to get'em to shut up which I thought was mighty bad karma.  Anyway, there 
was no sense or topic of the class, just the teacher moseying up and down 
the rows asking us silly little questions about God knows what. I then 
preceded to do some rather strange things looking for my cat within a 
young girls bed somewhere in Indonesia but I'll spare you the details of 
that...



Richard Romeo

Coordinator of Cooperating Collections

The Foundation Center-NYC

212-807-2417

rromeo at fdncenter.org