Monday, September 25, 2006

"we are standing up tall and tippy toe high so we are looking eye to eye with the moon"

Thursday's reading went swimmingly, thanks to all who showed their support!

Thanks to Powells.

Thanks to the Powells North Reading Series.

And, especially, thanks to Peter Markus.


A while ago, I wrote a story, sort of a journey story that follows a young woman, Kate, as she goes from a rock show to an alley to a bar to a waffle house to her apartment, where she finishes the night lying in bed listening to a Bob Dylan song on repeat. It's a nice story, but it never really had any focus, it just sort of twisted around. I decided to break the story up and make it a series of short shorts and, hopefully, create something with heart and a little bit of soul.
















Can’t Sleep at Night and You Wonder Why



"Cerulean"

Blue! blue is the color of Heaven and God is a bass player in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. And maybe we’re all burning, exploding in the red flames of the stage lights, but it’s okay. I don’t care because at least here I can dance. Here I can jump up and down and laugh, as God points at me and smiles and I shake my head because the music is so hot I can’t stand it. I’d be crazy to stand still. The drums creep up my legs, rattle my knees and echo in my chest, changing the beat of my heart.
Thump pow! I reach for the music and I too am blue, my shirt glows blue off blue. And, ok, azure, sure. But it is cerulean that encompasses me. Cerulean, a word I overheard once; the rest of the day turning the letters over in my mind, playing them over my tongue, sliding the consonants between my teeth, and finally swallowing the whole. The cerulean, the word and all it could hold within itself, absorbed into me. Cerulean, the color of the sky. Not sky blue. No, not that weak, flat tone used in suburban nurseries and rec rooms, but the color of freedom. Of infinity. That swirl of sky that melts into the word thick as paint and deep as any ocean. The word that describes this place; this building. This blue.
Blue. Blue is the color of life, water. Blue is the color of eternity. Sky. Heaven. Blue mood and moon and all the shadows of misery.
But blue! Blue, you’re my gold too; you’re my celebration, my joy. In a suffocating mob, swaying into the stage and away, the colors pouring from the lights and onto the crowd, the color of the tobacco fog, the tint of God’s skin, melting blue beads of sweat. If I could, I would reach inside him. Through his burly chest, past skin and muscle and bone and live in the curves of his veins.
I dance now because, well because damn! this is beautiful! I feel good right now and I've got to hold on to this. This music, this feeling. Concentrate on the sound and feel the color surround and absorb me until my body; my blood, my skin and I too am you, I too am blue and we are all cerulean.


And now, I think it's only fitting to have another Elisson-inspired 11 (yeah, I decided to mix it up) 11 random songs from my itunes library:

1) You You You You You, the 6ths & Katherine Whalen
2) Sound Of Jade Ornaments Filling The Skies, Liang Mingyue
3) Faith to Arise, Terry Reid
4) New Partner, The Frames
5) Bullet with Butterfly Wings, Smashing Pumpkins
6) Rayna's Dream, The Jolly Bankers
7) Romantic, Soulive
8) Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Tears for Fears
9) Jenny, The Mountain Goats
10) Nothing Compares 2 You, Sinead O'Connor
11) It's Alright, Josh Ottum

Well, that's a damn fine mix!

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