Just a snap shot of a piece I'm working on, currently switching between writing it as a dialogue and as a prose piece. Stay tuned.
MAN: When she tells him she loves him, her face will start to crumble/ (gleeful expression)
WOMAN: Crumble? (Distressed)
MAN: he walks up to her and grabs her jaw Her chin will pinch, like yours is now and the skin will dimple. he continues to hold her face, very close to his It will look as if someone has taken a chisel to her face.
WOMAN: Blood? I don’t like blood! Will it be messy?
MAN: Everything will cave in; her cheekbones will turn to dust. Her mouth will fill with the crumbled remains of her face. She’ll hate the taste and spit it out. All of her head will go with it. Take the nose as a token if you like? They tend to stay in one piece.
WOMAN: This is when I strike?
MAN: Yes. Pull off rings. Take all the jewelry. If you struggle, suck them off the fingers, or take butter from the dining tables and lather it on their hands, this works very well. Check the undergarments for money; you never know if they are the type that hides things. Take anything you deem to be of value.
WOMAN: Will there be others, working? Where do I put it all?
MAN: Don’t concern yourself with anyone else. The alter, pile all the booty there.
WOMAN: What about him? Will they all fall apart or is it just her? The one I target?
MAN: The party will continue. They’ll all be getting too drunk to notice. One will fall and then another. There will be plenty of work, you’ll be busy tonight.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Quote
"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact just surrounded by assholes" - William Gibson
Monday, October 11, 2010
Christopher's Story
These are some very rough ideas for my story about Christopher.
Christopher is very good at games. He doesn't care if he wins or looses and that’s his secret. He just lets it happen and everything works in his favour.
Christopher mourns initiative.
Christopher thinks his voice should replace the woman’s voice on the tube saying “Please mind the gap”. His is so considerate, much more so than the lady.
When you go to sleep, Christopher sneaks into your room and takes very fine, very long rods and attaches them to the end of each of your eyebrows. He moves them up and down, up and down. This is to create pretty television snow in your dreams.
Christopher has an abnormal amount of chewing gum in his digestive tract. He was bullied at school and his is a terrible thing when you have a fondness for gum. This bully would often sneak up behind him and give him the most terrible fright and he would accidently swallow his gum, whole.
Christopher isn’t colour blind, but he pretends to be. Just because he can.
Christopher is very good at games. He doesn't care if he wins or looses and that’s his secret. He just lets it happen and everything works in his favour.
Christopher mourns initiative.
Christopher thinks his voice should replace the woman’s voice on the tube saying “Please mind the gap”. His is so considerate, much more so than the lady.
When you go to sleep, Christopher sneaks into your room and takes very fine, very long rods and attaches them to the end of each of your eyebrows. He moves them up and down, up and down. This is to create pretty television snow in your dreams.
Christopher has an abnormal amount of chewing gum in his digestive tract. He was bullied at school and his is a terrible thing when you have a fondness for gum. This bully would often sneak up behind him and give him the most terrible fright and he would accidently swallow his gum, whole.
Christopher isn’t colour blind, but he pretends to be. Just because he can.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
IF YOU HOLD THE BIRD TOO TIGHTLY, YOU’LL KILL IT.
- a collection of moments where the body and mind, sync.
EYE on the driveway, looking at the stars.
On the driveway, he said “It’s funny to kiss you”, she looked at him and a tear left her eye and took with it its blue colour. The blue ran down her face, thick syrup goo that dripped into a blob on the pavement. Then, with nothing left to keep it there, her eyeball popped out. Stark white and hollow like a ping pong ball it bounced down the driveway and onto the road. He watched on in amazement, waiting for her to respond, to say something, to be horrified. But instead, in the silence of his astonishment there came a rustling from the hollow of her eye. Out pushed a bird, perched on the bridge of her nose it shook dry its wet feathers and flew away.
From her.
From him.
The 24th year is a struggle. They say, and I suppose I say so too.
The clay hardens. Change is no longer slow and easy to ignore. It is abrupt, alarming and can make you late for work.
It happened at a party. I was chatting, standing in the round, laughing. Then, through my wine soaked vision, I saw him kiss another.
I said, ‘My face is caving in’ and those around me looked and quickly caught the falling pieces of my cheek in their palms. It was winter and everyone was covered in wool. My face was the crumbs on their sleeves.
They all peered at me.
“Where do you want me to put your...face?.... Harriet?” one said, holding the largest part of me.
“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything. You look very loose. How are we going to hold you together?”
“Does she need to sit down?”
“Is he still kissing her?” I said.
“Oh, Harriet! Is this what’s going to happen every time? Yes. Just let him go!”
Restless viewing.
It used to only happen occasionally and then it became more frequent. She would lie awake and check her phone and read and put the book down and toss and turn and do this over and over again.
While lying wide awake, staring at the ceiling, two fine rods attached to the end of each eyebrow would move up and down and up and down at a furious pace. The speed created a television snow that hovered over her brow and kept her awake all night long.
EYE on the driveway, looking at the stars.
On the driveway, he said “It’s funny to kiss you”, she looked at him and a tear left her eye and took with it its blue colour. The blue ran down her face, thick syrup goo that dripped into a blob on the pavement. Then, with nothing left to keep it there, her eyeball popped out. Stark white and hollow like a ping pong ball it bounced down the driveway and onto the road. He watched on in amazement, waiting for her to respond, to say something, to be horrified. But instead, in the silence of his astonishment there came a rustling from the hollow of her eye. Out pushed a bird, perched on the bridge of her nose it shook dry its wet feathers and flew away.
From her.
From him.
The 24th year is a struggle. They say, and I suppose I say so too.
The clay hardens. Change is no longer slow and easy to ignore. It is abrupt, alarming and can make you late for work.
It happened at a party. I was chatting, standing in the round, laughing. Then, through my wine soaked vision, I saw him kiss another.
I said, ‘My face is caving in’ and those around me looked and quickly caught the falling pieces of my cheek in their palms. It was winter and everyone was covered in wool. My face was the crumbs on their sleeves.
They all peered at me.
“Where do you want me to put your...face?.... Harriet?” one said, holding the largest part of me.
“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything. You look very loose. How are we going to hold you together?”
“Does she need to sit down?”
“Is he still kissing her?” I said.
“Oh, Harriet! Is this what’s going to happen every time? Yes. Just let him go!”
Restless viewing.
It used to only happen occasionally and then it became more frequent. She would lie awake and check her phone and read and put the book down and toss and turn and do this over and over again.
While lying wide awake, staring at the ceiling, two fine rods attached to the end of each eyebrow would move up and down and up and down at a furious pace. The speed created a television snow that hovered over her brow and kept her awake all night long.
September thus far
Cinema evacuation
Football injury
Relocation
West side
A dip in a soup of old people
I heart GPS
1 dread
Borrowed outfit
‘This tastes like nerds’
Going organic
Prams
Babies
Dogs
Frisky Agnes
Online shopping
Walking
The transport saving of a lifetime!
Bushfire Shakespeare
Locked in a foyer
Wardrobe cull
Fugazi
Master do-to list gets done
Football injury
Relocation
West side
A dip in a soup of old people
I heart GPS
1 dread
Borrowed outfit
‘This tastes like nerds’
Going organic
Prams
Babies
Dogs
Frisky Agnes
Online shopping
Walking
The transport saving of a lifetime!
Bushfire Shakespeare
Locked in a foyer
Wardrobe cull
Fugazi
Master do-to list gets done
Saturday, May 15, 2010
In progress.
24 Years Old.
The clay is hardening. I check for change most mornings and I shift carefully, so it doesn’t set. The others around me; their foreheads are shiny and their bodies are greasy, new and indent with ease. They change slowly and find life less tiring.
It happened at a party. I had been talking, I was standing in the round, laughing. Then, I saw him kiss another.
I said, ‘My face is caving in’ and those around me looked and quickly caught the falling pieces of my cheek in their palms. It was winter and everyone was covered in wool. My bone, crumbs on their sleeves.
They all peered at me.
“Where do you want me to put your...face?.... Harriet?” one said, holding the largest part of me.
“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything. You look very loose. How are we going to hold you together?”
“Does she need to sit down?”
“Is he still kissing her?” I said.
“Oh, Harriet! Is this what’s going to happen every time? Yes. Just let him go!”
The clay is hardening. I check for change most mornings and I shift carefully, so it doesn’t set. The others around me; their foreheads are shiny and their bodies are greasy, new and indent with ease. They change slowly and find life less tiring.
It happened at a party. I had been talking, I was standing in the round, laughing. Then, I saw him kiss another.
I said, ‘My face is caving in’ and those around me looked and quickly caught the falling pieces of my cheek in their palms. It was winter and everyone was covered in wool. My bone, crumbs on their sleeves.
They all peered at me.
“Where do you want me to put your...face?.... Harriet?” one said, holding the largest part of me.
“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything. You look very loose. How are we going to hold you together?”
“Does she need to sit down?”
“Is he still kissing her?” I said.
“Oh, Harriet! Is this what’s going to happen every time? Yes. Just let him go!”
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I can tell you I am...
- Rather compulsive by nature.
- Going to show the organism whose the boss. Apparently I’ll be very good at it.
- Fond of lap swimming.
- Deeply rooted in my earth, others have been known to call this loner syndrome.
- Subconsciously disturbed and it is all David Cronemberg’s fault.
- Very insistent on beauty.
- Going to show the organism whose the boss. Apparently I’ll be very good at it.
- Fond of lap swimming.
- Deeply rooted in my earth, others have been known to call this loner syndrome.
- Subconsciously disturbed and it is all David Cronemberg’s fault.
- Very insistent on beauty.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Life Altering Quotations
"Kraft was a skinny, harmless kid from Pennsylvania who wanted to be liked, and was destined to be disappointed in even so humble and degrading an ambition” pg 62 - from Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Response to Little One, PS it's Ok and Erise
NOVEMBER
Skipping Lord Brunchington’s for a fight
The Convent
Finding The Vorticist
Saturday Afternoon Heartbreak
Good sex
Bad party
Talk of rape in Collingwood
Tears on my nokia
Housecleaning with the Go-Between’s
Watching amazing Street Cricket whist making the bed
Pending house inspection
Performing with half a heart
Laughter with Zoe Rotthier
Cocktails and Hungry Jacks
Hugs from Steve
6am cab ride to work
New arrangement isn’t working
Glen reunion
Cara reunion
Peter Stuyvesant Blue in a pouch
First time at 1000£Bend
Free Slurpie Day
Park after dark
Fitzroy Pash
Gentleman walks me home, you don’t come home.
A German visitor sleeps on the couch
EnRoute through Melbourne with $2, an iPod, Chalk and Rilke
Getting Stoned
You come home for a shower and stay
My appointment with Jason
Admitting a little bit of me has died
His amazing smile
ROYAL BLUE FOREVER!
Piking on a date
Organic white wine, one whole bottle and no hangover
Threatening to walk in front of a truck
Comedy in Northcote with psychic children
BootCamp
Seeing my Grandmother for the first time in 13 years
Dark chocolate ice cream sandwiches
Summer Challenges
The Date
Lots of love left for my friends
Hot Bitches with full tummies embrace at the Grace
Cut lunches
Betrayal and more heartache
Unrequited love
Not believing a thing Bob Dylan says and moving on....to Billy Bragg
Day drunk
Cut and Dry
The apocalypse starts on my first coffee date with BHC
Getting refused service at Ding Dong
Sharing the Beyonce love
Outfit suggestions via text message
Moonbeam and I walking on the same wire
I WANT TO CUT HIS COCK OFF!
Skipping Lord Brunchington’s for a fight
The Convent
Finding The Vorticist
Saturday Afternoon Heartbreak
Good sex
Bad party
Talk of rape in Collingwood
Tears on my nokia
Housecleaning with the Go-Between’s
Watching amazing Street Cricket whist making the bed
Pending house inspection
Performing with half a heart
Laughter with Zoe Rotthier
Cocktails and Hungry Jacks
Hugs from Steve
6am cab ride to work
New arrangement isn’t working
Glen reunion
Cara reunion
Peter Stuyvesant Blue in a pouch
First time at 1000£Bend
Free Slurpie Day
Park after dark
Fitzroy Pash
Gentleman walks me home, you don’t come home.
A German visitor sleeps on the couch
EnRoute through Melbourne with $2, an iPod, Chalk and Rilke
Getting Stoned
You come home for a shower and stay
My appointment with Jason
Admitting a little bit of me has died
His amazing smile
ROYAL BLUE FOREVER!
Piking on a date
Organic white wine, one whole bottle and no hangover
Threatening to walk in front of a truck
Comedy in Northcote with psychic children
BootCamp
Seeing my Grandmother for the first time in 13 years
Dark chocolate ice cream sandwiches
Summer Challenges
The Date
Lots of love left for my friends
Hot Bitches with full tummies embrace at the Grace
Cut lunches
Betrayal and more heartache
Unrequited love
Not believing a thing Bob Dylan says and moving on....to Billy Bragg
Day drunk
Cut and Dry
The apocalypse starts on my first coffee date with BHC
Getting refused service at Ding Dong
Sharing the Beyonce love
Outfit suggestions via text message
Moonbeam and I walking on the same wire
I WANT TO CUT HIS COCK OFF!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
SUMMER PROJECTS!
Thanks to Elise, I am inspired. This summer will be PACKED!
I shall wreck of buzz words such as: PROMISE, PRODUCTION and PRO-ACTIVITY.
So, everyone out there: Send me a SUMMER PROJECT!
So far:
Write a sonnet by my birthday (31st of January)
Write a series of poems set to a theme: Summer of course!
NEW ADDITION, to read "Infinite Jest"
I shall wreck of buzz words such as: PROMISE, PRODUCTION and PRO-ACTIVITY.
So, everyone out there: Send me a SUMMER PROJECT!
So far:
Write a sonnet by my birthday (31st of January)
Write a series of poems set to a theme: Summer of course!
NEW ADDITION, to read "Infinite Jest"
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