It’s 4;04 in the morning, Sunday morning May 20, 2007 and I am sitting here in my druthers wondering why it is I can’t, or won’t, sleep. In the introduction to Dream and Existence Michel Foucault writes about, well let’s see, dreams; that and a lot of other stuff about Hamlet and Goethe and some guy who wears a funny hat, a foolscap, so it is, and swears a lot, and Plato and the pre-Socratics, the post’s, too, I suppose, and poetry and death and thinking your dead when your not and some other stuff and such. Ludwig, I’ve always fancied that name and have often thought of stealing someone’s pet, let’s say a dog, because I find cats insufferably insufferable, and naming it, him or her, the gender is rather moot (who cares, really?) Ludwig. Okay, so Ludwig Binswanger wrote this wee book called Dream and Existence (translated by this chap named Keith Hoeller, a cattish name, really) that’s all about this Heideggerian thing called Daseinanalysis, the study of dasein, or Being with a capital B. Okay, I think it’s safe to fall asleep and dream the dream of the green ants, or whatever that movie was called. I’ll keep you posted on this Dasein stuff, if I can stay awake long enough to…its 4;23 in the morning, Sunday morning May 20, 2007…
