my night is electric

[sobota]

[ “The future outwits all our certitudes” ]

There's a café right up the street from me that serves bagels and "New York style hot dogs". And I stand there in awe, wondering if this is what the United States is...pickles and sickly sweet doughnuts and A&W root beer? I have no idea what to believe: you can't believe your eyes; you can't believe your ears; your mouth moves so fast that the words seemed blurred like rain running in ropes down my window.

It gets dark so quickly here; it's not even one o'clock where you are. What are you having for lunch? What are you writing about today? I get sad thinking about your letters; so many other people read them and somehow it makes them better, knowing that people are trying to figure you out (like me). I get you sometimes, but other times I'm just as lost as you are.

Sometimes you don't know whether to laugh or cry and when you laugh, your heart explodes and you can't help but say yes, over and over and over. I have never been so free as right now, staring down the barrel of a long range rifle, dreaming of first class and pomegranate vodka cocktails. Have this weird sense of vertigo, wrapped up with a side of déjà vu. It'll all end in a crash and then we'll all be a little bit better in the morning (when it doesn't look so bad).

Comments

[i-17bingo.livejournal.com]

I get you sometimes, but other times I'm just as lost as you are.

Sheer poetry.

Actually, this whole piece is sheer poetry--stream-of-consciousness curiosity peppered with a little bit of melancholy.

And that last line... wow.

[rattsu.livejournal.com]

This feels like I have been there, love the way the words flow together and interact, poetry like chasing dreams. I'm left with images and feelings that are so clear to me and yet they are mine and not yours. Great job!

[reckless-blues.livejournal.com]

You know, you couldn't have picked three more American foods. (To me, anyway. I dislike deli pickles, don't like doughnuts much, and don't really care for root beer. These three things always seem to be offensively in the background somewhere. Probably I notice them because I reject them immediately, all other food is just ambiently pleasant.)

The rest was also great to read, of course ... a bit like speeding downhill on skis, or better yet, being on a train. That's more forceful.

[suesniffsglue.livejournal.com]

There is so much feeling packed into this. And I am really, really drawn to your title for a reason I can't quite place yet. This is such a perfect melancholic piece of reality.

[anyonesghost.livejournal.com]

Excellently written. But it was just enough to whet my American-sized appetite, and now I want more. Preferably with extra pickles. :-)

[halfshellvenus.livejournal.com]

Love the title for this, and here, wondering if this is what the United States is...pickles and sickly sweet doughnuts and A&W root beer? that sense of wondering how we (the U.S., even we ourselves) appear to other people and how much that affects who we truly are.

I love the dreamy sense of longing and displacement in your stories, and this is a very concise sampling of both.

[eternal-ot.livejournal.com]

Nice analogy....crispy and tight.:)

[roina-arwen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, bagels! This is an intriguing piece, very subtle.

[dmousey.livejournal.com]

;your mouth moves so fast that the words seemed blurred like rain running in ropes down my window.

*this is what my internal dialogue is like when I'm in a manic phase! Needless to say this line spoke to me.

As did the rest of the piece. :)

[crisp-sobriety.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

[hosticle-fifer.livejournal.com]

Tight, poetic prose, with a lot packed in per line - excellent stuff!