Friday, April 25, 2008

Sunday Scribbling #108: The Future of the Plantain


Dexter Wallabee wallows to the One Stop, search of dentine. It ain’t the fact of the matter, it just is. It didn’t have the reason until just now, in the annunciation of downtown Mobile, in the instant of recent communications, in the red fire of the bleeding sky. The blood wonders too, cuz she has a hankering and a predilection. Secretly, she still wonders if there’s a difference: Dexter assures her that there is, but only when his saxophone tones are most blazing. You blaze under a bleeding sky, see: you don’t wonder too far: the fiery grip gathers you up and you sing for your supper and all the seven dwarves of insinuation. Until that moment, it’s Henry David and his mung beans, but when the Holy Ghost and 7-11 descend, you just about ready for a good game of frozen food, dereliction guaranteed. Teddy comes beggin’ at the door, Alphonse knows no bounds, and Mahalia is just pure M-jay. We’re not talkin’ rapture, we sure ain’t talking bugaboo, we just talkin’ simple Bartleby and James. The pigs is sleepin’, the wheat is wry, the hay is in the barn. Karaoke died, sympathy for the devil too, even the Almighty Ford has seen the cinnamon girl. I can be happy, for the rest of my life…

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11 Comments:

Blogger rebecca said...

wow! excellently written...there's so many layers of texture here...the language, the rhythm, the smooth, sexy, jazzy feel...exceptionally done murat.

10:58 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Rebecca: Thank you. It's amazing what you can throw together with a prompt, a plate of plantains, wallabees, and neil young knocking at your door. I'm off to rebecca-land.

11:23 AM  
Blogger Granny Smith said...

A study in impressionistic, poetic, chaos, and an impressive take on the prompt!

2:42 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Granny Smith: Thanks for the words: whatsa a pea-brain like me gonna say to a call for futurism? I barely make it in the moment, but plantains, now plantains...well, truth is, I don't even know plantains, but I'm sure they'll make it, as will the mung beans. Karaoke I think resurfaces in the Ninth World. Peace/out.

2:52 PM  
Blogger alt said...

This be sixth world - strictly jazz. Very nice. :-d

3:15 PM  
Blogger San said...

And I now I shall be known as Happy, having opened up this big bag of insinuatin' plantains and fed them to my Sneezy, Dopey, Grumpy, Bashful, Sleepy brain.

Thanks, Doc.

4:27 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms. ALT: Thanks for the words, and thanks for being the Holy Cartographer, settin' the coordinates. Gotta stay sitchee-ated.

5:35 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Presbyterians may have the mind-splitting prompts, but we in the global south gots the plan-TAYNS. Insinuatin' is child's play.

5:39 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San:

The Presbyter comment was meant for you, to which I amend this: "Bashful?"

6:26 AM  
Blogger paisley said...

oh that was fun!!! and soooo creative!!!!

3:23 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

It's all in the fruit, ms paisley, all in the fruit.

5:12 PM  

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