• The Yellow Wallpaper

    The Yellow Wallpaper

    August 14, 2019

    Al had been gone for nine years now. Marnie’s head knew it was time to move on, but her heart was stubborn. It didn’t want to let go of love even though all it had to hold on to was what used to be.

    It would never change. There were no new memories to make, no hope of a future with Al.

    Marnie and Al already had all they were going to get.

    The last thing to go was the yellow wallpaper in the kitchen. It was the last project she and Al had tackled together before the accident that left her single, grieving, and broken.

    Marnie didn’t even like yellow, particularly, but it had been Al’s favorite color. So, yellow it was. The wallpaper was fading now and peeling around the edges which is to be expected after nine years.

    A born do-it-yourselfer, Marnie began stripping the wallpaper from the walls. Every rip pierced her heart. Tears stung her eyes, but she kept going. Faster and faster, she didn’t want to think or feel. Eventually she realized she was hyperventilating, yet she continued.

    When she finished, she was out of breath. Marnie looked at the naked walls and realized that the last bit of her Al was gone. It lies on the floor in strips and chunks along with what was left of Marnie’s heart.

    The feelings she’d been avoiding hit her head-on.

    After a good hard cry shed fallen into a restless sleep.

    Several hours later when she awoke, Marnie’s head was pounding as if she had a hangover.

    No matter. She got herself up and dressed, making it to Wallpapers-R-Us nearly an hour before they closed.

    It didn’t take her long to choose a style. The minute she saw it, she knew it was right.

    Marnie chose the same yellow wallpaper.

    For Alison.

    nbcnews.com

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  • In Nubibus

    August 12, 2019

     

    I sense them trying to form.

    the sudden, mad syllabic rush

    as if each thought is

    battling to be voiced in unison.

    A thunderous blast of wordlessness

    everything and nothing —

    an aborted cacophony —

    utterances never to be heard,

    over a blur of muted tears.

     

     

     

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  • Marlon Brando

    Marlon Brando

    August 11, 2019

    This week for Song Lyric Sunday, Jim has asked us to choose a song that has a famous person’s name in it. I chose Little China Girl by David Bowie.


    Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about it:

    Paul Trynka, the author of David Bowie’s biography, Starman, explains the song was inspired by Iggy Pop’s infatuation with Kuelan Nguyen, a Vietnamese woman, as a metaphor for his Stooges career.[3]

    Nile Rodgers, the producer of David Bowie’s 1983 version of the song, imagined his own meaning: “I figured China Girl was about doing drugs … because China is China White which is heroin, girl is cocaine. I thought it was a song about speedballing. I thought, in the drug community in New York, coke is girl, and heroin is boy. So then I proceeded to do this arrangement which was ultra pop. Because I thought that, being David Bowie, he would appreciate the irony of doing something so pop about something so taboo. And what was really cool was that he said ‘I love that!’.”[4]

    The part of this song I find unsettling is:

    Visions of swastikas in my head
    Plans for everyone
    It’s in the white of my eyes

    As a Jewish person, all I can say is Yikes & WTF?

    But I did like Marlon Brando, of blessed memory, so there you have it.

     

     

    I could escape this feeling with my China girl
    I feel a wreck without my little China girl
    I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
    Saw their stars crashing

    I’m a mess without my little China girl
    Wake up in the morning, where’s my little China girl?
    I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
    Saw their stars crashing down

    I feel tragic like I’m Marlon Brando
    When I look at my China girl
    I could pretend that nothing really meant too much
    When I look at my China girl

    I stumble into town just like a sacred cow
    Visions of swastikas in my head
    Plans for everyone
    It’s in the white of my eyes

    And when I get excited

    My little China girl says
    Baby, just you shut your mouth
    She says, sh-sh-shhh
    She says, sh-sh-shhh

    Songwriters: David Bowie, James Osterberg
    © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, TINTORETTO MUSIC, BMG Rights Management

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  • Vadima

    August 10, 2019

    Blood moon creeps across
    the starless sky, hovering
    over the bayou like a chandelier.
    The air is thick and still,
    yet Spanish moss sways as if there
    were a breeze.
    Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized —
    deep in trance until a jagged smile
    rips her face like barbed wire.

     

     

    SusanWritesPrecise
    Letterpile.com

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  • The London Pickpocket

    The London Pickpocket

    August 9, 2019

    I wasn’t even trying,
    wasn’t even thinking about it.
    So far out of the wild blue
    I almost didn’t recognize
    It.

    Serendipitous, yet quick and sly —
    like a London pickpocket.
    That sweet kind of suddenness
    is the best part of
    falling in love
    again.

     

     

    Susan Marie Shuman/SusanWritesPrecise
    oshoonline.blogspot.in

     

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