AG: Okay, I want to go on with ballads a little. [to Students] If you wrote a ballad at the end of the class, can you hand it in, with your name on it, and your address or phone-number too, so it doesn’t get lost? I can look them over and I can bring some in and read some next time. I’ll read mine, before anybody else does. It’s not a very good one. I wrote it this morning. I had a dream, woke up with a certain amount of anxiety wondering if I’d done my homework, had a dream, and then decided to write the dream down, as I usually do, (but, this time) in ballad form. So this is (a) first draft, in ballad form, of a dream. It’s very rough metrically.
Well, the point of (all) this was supposed to be “spontaneous poetics”. This is a first draft. The meter is very rough, but it probably fits the four-three, four-three line, with an ABCB rhyme. I was interested because I just wrote it down without correction, making use of the jump cuts shown by accurate recollection in the course of the dream. In other words, this is the first thing I did in the morning. I got up out of bed (and) picked up pen. Waking, what I did was, I had the forming mind, as ballad, (and) I had the material in mind, because I’d just woken up from a dream, so, then, the problem was how to compose it and in what sequence. I overcame the confusions of that situation by sticking strictly to the facts of the dream, in the order which I recollected them, or in the order in which they recollected. In other words, it was a problem that I worked out simply, by relying on nature, so to speak, like Cezanne painting Mt. Sainte-Victoire, simply observing the picture there, observing the moving picture and taking down the details.