Tension
March 9th, 2005 | Published in glbt | 24 Comments
for Z
such as the boy of six flinging himself between his abusive father and his mum, daring him in a manner older than his six years, to get to him first before getting to her, struck by the boldness of his offspring, the father reconsiders his options, opting for “Option C”, that is dangling his little one by his legs out of the 8th storey window, just to “scare him a little”, but any moment now,
such as the old man perched by the foot of an overhead bridge, smelling like he hasn’t showered in days, looking like he hasn’t lived in years, scavenging the remains of a garbage bin for half-used cigarette butts, as we pass him in our “clubbing best”, my companion denounces her new stick of marlboros for being too stale, and just before she flicks it into the bin, i see his eyes light up and his shoulders tense, positioned for a pounce, and any moment now,
such as the christian fundamentalist looking up from his plate of couscous, surprised to find himself in a sea of stares, when all he had said was something about the restoration of Israel, the second coming, the “terrorist problem”, not noticing the Free Palestine posters in the restaurant, yet he doesn’t know any other life but this, no other doctrine but this, where any moment now,
what are we but the sum total of yesterday’s loss and leaving: she held her hand on the long drive to the airport, not quite sure how to remove it when they get there, knowing this to be the prelude to a long distance affair crackling over the telephone, and any moment, any minute now; she knows, just knows, from the intensity of a touch of her lover’s hands, that all which was beautiful had to end, where any moment now (she would return to him for the day, and forever more); hello and goodbye, she said, there is no such thing as love only fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, hello and goodbye again, where any moment now,
and who am i but today’s bittersweet loving: you were right, i was holding back those tears, what did i say it was again? damned if we do and damned if we don’t, damned that we have - that i have, i told you a month ago, riverside, i’m not the type that would give up without trying, and while i am aware i could very well fill up that eighth pail of yours, you could also very well fill up my tenth, but all’s fair and there are no winners or losers, just those who have dared to love and those who have not, somehow or other i’m glad that we have, at this moment and all others, and all else.. i don’t know but i think i’d like to find out, holding you. let me. any moment now, i..
March 9th, 2005 at 4:11 am (#)
you’re brilliant.
March 9th, 2005 at 9:48 am (#)
don’t say that - you’d only encourage her. ;p
March 9th, 2005 at 10:26 am (#)
bitch :P
March 9th, 2005 at 10:55 am (#)
“..yet another stellar performance that receives the AirDry mark of international approval..” ;)
March 9th, 2005 at 10:56 am (#)
R, feel free to apply what I just called Milo to yourself too :) Ore-rite?
March 9th, 2005 at 10:56 am (#)
i preferred the 2nd half to the 1st.
March 9th, 2005 at 10:59 am (#)
brandon: i guess it was just my valiant attempt to make it seem as if my writing isn’t entirely about my love life. ;P i guessed as much that it wouldn’t work.
March 9th, 2005 at 12:49 pm (#)
I’m trying to think of a way to characterise this writing style which is curiously popular with your friends.
People like having literary norms broken, heh
March 9th, 2005 at 1:25 pm (#)
not everybody who reads me is my friend :) in fact, few of my friends could bother to read me. heh. well - what exactly are literary norms, anyway?
March 9th, 2005 at 3:54 pm (#)
the first half is really nice. didn’t sound anything romantic anyway… just like.. a social commentary of awkward and uneasy moments in life.
March 9th, 2005 at 4:26 pm (#)
I liked the last paragraph the best. :)
March 9th, 2005 at 5:06 pm (#)
love this post, top form as usual :)
March 9th, 2005 at 5:08 pm (#)
that last paragraph, it’s the easiest to feel.
adri,… keep it real :)
March 9th, 2005 at 9:10 pm (#)
tension released =)
March 9th, 2005 at 9:17 pm (#)
Agagooga and Adri: Feel free to bawl me out for being excessively geeky, but this style of writing kinda reminds me of recursive functions. Well, recursion anyway.
GNU’s Not Unix)’s Not Unix)’s Not Unix)’s Not Unix)’s Not Unix)
This style of writing appeals especially to my geeky soul. You get an Adrian Coolness Point. :p
March 9th, 2005 at 9:19 pm (#)
Ok, that did not appear the way I typed it, but you know what I mean, goddammit.
March 9th, 2005 at 10:05 pm (#)
nice.
March 10th, 2005 at 12:12 am (#)
I don’t know which is more frightening: ppl linking coding to your works, or, actually understanding what they’re talking abt
March 10th, 2005 at 1:29 am (#)
HAHA. ore-kay! ;p anyway just wait till i start infusing something about blow air drying.. or rather blowing air dry. :) ORE-bigood!
March 10th, 2005 at 1:31 am (#)
bah. two of you, stop it right now! you gotta be more ore-iginal than this!
March 10th, 2005 at 1:38 am (#)
haha ok lah let’s continue this over ore-lua, shall we? ore maybe some-ore fish and chips?
March 10th, 2005 at 1:43 am (#)
nah. anym-ore of this mine-less chatter and i’d be itching to give a good ore-ba-kak to the mean green people! tsk tsk.
March 11th, 2005 at 9:39 pm (#)
Oops. Fans, not friends.
Some of my fans have become my friends. Heh heh.
Yeah this writing is kinda recursive.
Literary norms: Not starting sentences with “such”, for example :0
February 10th, 2006 at 5:20 pm (#)
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