Reading Ulysses in Montana #302
Sprites of munificent proportions proposed to propel the iron banana into the slough of tough tinsel.
Sloughing off for an hour before her appointments with her hair dresser and the local reptile man, Medusa wondered what exactly had happened to the little girl she once was. Out of sorts, she watched as her sordid history arose from the earnest pile of drivers while diverse remains of fleeting memories and quarrelsome imaginations disposed of the worst of her best of times. An ice cream bar and a banana split assuaged her inner demons, but her liver and pancreas had elsewise to say about those decadent decades of unjust desserts enjoying the sweetness of the desert air.
Full many a sprite was left half-propelled when the hair dresser finished Medusa’s pedicure and passed her into the gentle hands of the local reptile man to restore her bad hair day.
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This piece is delightfully surreal—playful, strange, and sharply imaginative. The language feels elastic, stretching meaning just enough to keep the reader off-balance in the best way. I love how myth, memory, and absurd modern details collide, creating a dreamlike momentum that invites rereading. It’s clever without being precious, layered without insisting on being solved. A bold, eccentric voice that trusts the reader to wander and wonder.
“It’s clever without being precious,” The more than occasional homonym/homophone/homograph laden bits would cause me to debate that. Which doesn’t make me a homophobe, per se, but does beg the question, on a rhetorical device level, of when does cute become tiresome.😉
I’m sure we could obliterate the line easily enough. The controlling idea I try to maintain is to not let it be simple doggerel but to guide the direction of the following text. If I stall, it buys time to find the next idea. If it’s integral to the text then that should keep it on the clever rather than precious side of the line.
There are more rhetorical devices in the tool box. The question is how many times does the magician reach into his hat and pull out another rabbit, and how many times will you watch him repeat it? The point here is not to snipe,but point to the rest of the toolbox.
Interesting visual concept of curling iron, or complete blather. Digestible either way. Or another.
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Still enjoying you Dali- esque renditions!
Awesome!
I watched Michael Portillo in Barcelona last night. I may have missed if he mentioned Dali. The Vermouth, my mouth was watering! I love Malaga Wines, miss them like crazy sometimes as an ex drinker!