Red Letters: Memories of You

Waking skies

At Sunrise,

Ev’ry sunset too,

Seems to be

Bringing me

Memories of you.

Here and there,

Ev’rywhere,

Scenes that we once knew,

And they all

Just recall

Memories of you.

How I wish I could forget

Those happy yester-years

That have left a rosary of tears.

 

Memories of You (1930)

lyricist-poet Andy Razaf

composer Eubie Blake

 

The Test Commences

 

The Test commences now.

Please take time to read through

the text –

Fairy Tale of Conviction and Hope.

 

 

Remember the Test is Timed.

Carefully read all the questions – Over –

before you compose your Answers.

Take your Time.

 

Remember the Test is Timed.

The Test commences now.

Read all the questions Over

Time.

 

Time begins now.

Test time begins.

Once it is over,

Please note the time.

 

Fairy Tale of Conviction and Hope

Because they have not seen the latest morning sun, the lullaby of trees whispers through the open window. Two turtles dovetail in the clouds. Now this is laziness of metalipsis, not able to find their refreshing habits that are running through first breath of day.

Why you ask ? Ten years ago, a duplicator of spirits was seen in the shadows; a sorrowful multiplication of figures embedded in a dalliance of sweet minimal mimesis . Even now voices softly fade away on the shimmering pond of flowers. Sadly, there is a broken bird song resting in the delicate petals where the sunlight pollinates with soft pirouettes. The scent of melancholy rises up, mixes with hummingbirds and owls.

Like a melted metronome covered in metaphors and dragonflies, the stream in Spring sings and dances joyfully. There, carried by frantic splashes, the Machine churns dreams and octagons, pouring them into jade moulds. This device coexisted with the lovely Mime-to-graph, in the peaceful understanding that each shaped the message to suit medium and the intended audience.

 

As is with such mechanical co-operation, words mixed in a chorus of similes & sapphire epideictic envelopes. The flyers spread – carrying messages, leaving droppings on heads as they passed. The creases of headlines bleached out the insecurities of the day. None minded the turtles hanging in the clouds, laying eggs in shifting air currents, their shells covered in unsubstantiated statements.

So it came to pass that the destined pair walked through the channels of the towering buildings. Hand in hand they moved past wonders and marvels most only saw manifest in dreams. Iridescent vapour poured upward to the distant tops of the busy buildings, and still the young couple pushed onward towards the Plaza of Solace and Despair. 

Once there, they gathered up from the central fountain stirring echoes of the Minnesingers in glazed paratactic pitchers. With youthful certainty they moved on through empty crowds, dispensing conviction and hope stained with tears of happenstance. They are there still, watching the passing elephants sing to the blue blabber wrench fluttering in the City’s ceaseless breath.

 

A common dream is the Test/Exam. Unprepared, unsure memory, confusion and uncertainty fills the dreamer with anxiety.

Dreaming test – questions

certainty of what is real –

waking in time – hope…..

Pink Persuasion

A pink cocktail for a blue lady

And waiter, don’t tell her it’s from me

For you see that lovely, lonely lady

Whose thoughts seem far away

Was once the toast of Vienna

When Vienna was gay.   

 

 

You see, waiter, once she thrilled millions

How crazy this world turned out to be –

A pink cocktail for a blue lady

And fill this empty glass for me…

 

 

 

Images composed using cut-up ads and text from Wired Magazine (April 2013). Clicking animated GIF will take take you to source on Imgur.