Angel fell from the frying pan into the firing line, bisected by the everlasting hula hoop of redemption, of contention, of ablative absolution and farce.
Into the mild red saucer if only the hearty soles leave Dover in the lean time of fortune and fortitude. Millipedes impede the stampede of longsuffering lions in the fiasco of fountains by the bookstop, as the zookeeper told the beekeeper. Sighs of triumph filled the thimble of rectitude, and insouciance be damned: give me milk toast for dinner!
A slight of hand cuts deeper than a paper tiger with fourteen eyelids, but you wouldn’t know it from Angel’s fall from face. From the lace of the ship captain’s loosened boot let loose on the forecastle’s moat. The foremoat without a draw bridge or a draw gang plank. Because slides rule the way of some flesh and of all the world.
Originally published November 8, 2023
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Very nice
WOW! I am really lost now. I can’t imagine if someone wants to make this short passages a movie…. Amazing. Thank you, Love, nia
It’s a movie in my head every time I write it. An unmakeable movie that can only be seen by my (your) imagination. 🙂
We should be coming from another planet… Think of Mr.Tolkien! He created a different place, language and creatures… with amazing story. I know not same but there is a crazy writing in your short passages… No one thought of them before. And not easy to understand. Sometimes you can imagine the picture how you put into the words, but sometimes almost nothing. But the relations between the words, even between the sentences (even subject and predicate not clear) almost find their places in our thoughts, maybe for me it happens like that. Let’s put everything aside, you create another world and one finds (or finds oneself in ) it… I wish it could be made into a movie, I can imagine… it would be more effective than all fantasy science fiction… Yes, we are coming from the same planet, another planet… Thank you, have a nice day dear Rick, Love, nia
Yes, and the farther I go from this world, the more familiar things become. Your plan is a good one, and only time will tell if we have any chance or means of transportation to arrive in this lifetime.
glad I found your blog, it seems I an gonna learn a lot
Welcome! It’s a lot of fun!
A wild, looping cascade of imagery – where meaning flickers between the absurd and the profound. Like Ulysses itself, it dances on the edge of chaos, daring the reader to find sense in the swirl. A fitting tribute to Joyce, refracted through Montana’s wide skies.