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Volume One - Issue Twelve - May 2009
Letter from the Editor
"There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks. " ~ William S. Burroughs
Greetings from London, fellow travellers. This month's issue of The Battered Suitcase is loosely themed around 'Dreams and
Dreamers', hence the quote from dear old Uncle Bill.
I seem to remember that dreaming was an activity much discouraged in my school years; the perception being that
dreamers fail to focus and get things done in the real world. I disagreed with that notion then, and I disagree with it now. All
journeys worth taking begin with a dream or a nightmare. A spark of vision ignites the senses, fires the imagination and
fuels momentum. We humans are a creative -- and destructive -- species. Our dreams -- and nightmares -- are not
ephemeral. They're our precious common ground and essential to our well-being and our growth. They have built the very
world we live in.
As I sat down to write this letter, I flicked a switch to trigger an electric light that was Joseph Swan's dream later realised by
Thomas Edison, then fired up a computer that evolved from the pipedreams of Konrad Zuse and the many, many others
who followed in his wake. If Tim Berners-Lee had not dared to envisage of a world wide web of communication, myself and
fellow staff of The Battered Suitcase would have never virtually 'met' at all, and writing this letter would be a somewhat
In this issue, you'll find new dreams of hope and escape, nightmares of addiction and war damage, plus visions that
question personal identity and consensual reality. And I'd like to take this opportunity to thank not only our May
contributors for sharing their realised dreams with us, but also all those who have appeared in the magazine during our first
I've often wondered if, at the end of our multifarious individual journeys, as the joy, heartache, excitement and pain of life
fades along with the light, do we look back and realise that it was all just a dream? For what are we, in the end, but the sum
of everything we ever dared to dream, enact and record? And it's our enacted and recorded dreams that live on in the
hearts of others long after we are gone.
I wish you all many good dreams of your own making, along with the urge to realise them by any means possible.
For the sake of all of us.
Assistant Chief Editor/Art Director
Vagabondage Press LLC