Surreally Now (Flash Fiction 55)
Beneath bevel-edged glass, without bordering frames, walls of colorful abstracts pool surreally now. Don’t know what to make of it? Life, poor gaunt man spent priceless moments when study walls talked back; mocking yellow streaks between paintings.
Perspiring lead molecules, maddening thoughts joyful— what’s left of creation before illusions radiate nerves virally like cancerous growth.
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Care for a Reading?
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August 19, 2010 at 11:17 am
Quite frightening, really!
Excellent 55 Adam.
August 19, 2010 at 11:51 am
Thanks, Cin. Happy Thursday!
August 19, 2010 at 9:36 pm
Fantastic 55 Adam, I am with Cindy!! Hugs my friend x
August 19, 2010 at 11:17 pm
You’re awesome, Amanda. thanks 🙂
August 19, 2010 at 10:15 pm
just dont eat the paint or the growth will be inside you too…nice 55 adam!
August 19, 2010 at 11:19 pm
I’ll stick to glue. lol (literally too)
August 20, 2010 at 12:03 am
I have to say that I’m impressed by how you play with words, Adam. I mean, seriously, I just read and reread this. Kinda reminds me of the way Bob Dylan plays with words too…
August 20, 2010 at 7:43 am
Funny story, Tony… My father made that comparison a couple months ago when I spoke to him on the phone. However, growing up I always heard him say he wasn’t really a fan of Dylan. Nonetheless, I certainly am! Awfully nice of you.
August 20, 2010 at 12:25 am
There’s more there than meets the eye. Like one of those mirrors in a fun house there are multiple reflections.
Trying to figure them all out is … surreal
Moon smiles
August 20, 2010 at 7:39 am
Well put, moon. Fun house mirror analogy is perfect for this type of piece.
Cheers. Have a nice weekend!
August 20, 2010 at 2:28 am
I like how you gave life to even the wall between all those paintings…
They do speak, don’t they? The walls, the paintings, all that creation…
But sometimes, when mind (more like the subconscious) takes over matter (something beyond the scope of imagination), then scary things happen! And I think you’ve “painted that picture” beautifully here, Adam 🙂
It is kinda scary… but very poignant too.. and to be able to say so much in just 55 words is like WOW!!! Hats off to you, my friend…
August 20, 2010 at 7:48 am
Thanks, Kavita 🙂 Your explanation makes a great deal of sense. We feel connected to artwork, but when it begins talking back and making one imagine they are sick… definitely scary. Going to try the 160 this weekend now that the weekend is just about here. Have a good one, my friend 🙂 cheers
August 20, 2010 at 5:43 am
wow – this is kind of a vivid, illusional, bit frightening and word-powerful picture you paint – i almost see the mocking yellow streaks – this is so packed!
August 20, 2010 at 7:53 am
Thank you, Claudia. It’s been a fun challenge to see what can be done with a flash 55. I’m enjoying the writing of them despite the limited word count. Finding the form extremely cool. cheers 🙂
August 20, 2010 at 9:19 am
awesome piece.
August 20, 2010 at 4:59 pm
thanks, trisha 🙂
August 21, 2010 at 5:26 pm
Excellent 55 Adam. I really enjoy reading your work.
August 21, 2010 at 7:37 pm
Thanks, Viola. Hope you’re doing well
August 21, 2010 at 8:01 pm
Perspiring lead molecules! – what a great line! the gaunt man is on the edge of madness mocked by the yellow streaks!! Good!
August 22, 2010 at 8:45 am
Lynda, I’ve been becoming acquainted with the wonderful iPad these last few days, and must say the art and videos on your echostains blog look absolutely amazing on this device!!! http://echostains.wordpress.com/
August 22, 2010 at 7:28 am
Surreally now…I’m loving the title, and the chance to see you play with words this way. Do you know who this reminds me of? Alan Ginsberg. You’re talking to a gal who owns a signed copy of “Howl”! 🙂
August 22, 2010 at 9:00 am
Signed copy of “Howl”!!! I’m jealous. Read lots of Ginsberg throughout the years. I am a longtime fan of his and The Beats! Of that era, the novel that made me want to become a writer out of the sheer emotional reaction I had reading it was The Town and the City by Jack Kerouac, his first one. Reading it changed my life. Happy Sunday, Shay! 🙂
August 22, 2010 at 10:54 pm
This Flash brought back a memory, Adam, not at all like the above comments, but wish to share. I had an Uncle who was the most wonderful and giving soul. He collected etchings and his walls were covered with them. He lived in a garage apartment and there was a beveled mirror to the right of the door. He passed away from cancer and it was a lengthy illness. I think of him a lot. As I read, this offered up a vivid picture of the last time I saw him. Sad, yes, but I wouldn’t have traded knowing him for anything and truly enjoyed visiting his apartment and looking at the etchings for long periods of time.
August 23, 2010 at 8:09 am
Sounds like your Uncle was such a great influence on you, both personally and artistically. So sorry to hear about how his life ended battling illness. Thanks for sharing the special memory, Leslie. Means a lot to me, both sad and happy recollections. Enjoy your week! Looking forward to surfing over to your site to see your next painting.