Thirteen Ways of Nevermore: Arkansas, 12/31/2010
by Catherine Davis
Pas de cinq mille, in B minor.
(The stage will be crowded.)
Instruments: violin, cello, blue guitar, tambourine.
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I
Scene: MIDNIGHT all day. Bleak December. A chiaroscuro, snowing blackbirds.
II
Swirling FLIGHT. [Andantino > vivace > agito > furioso ffff]
III
Action: NO ONE hears them cry out — in this un-startled ear of night. At least, no one admits it afterwards.
IV
Always there are shadows, ghosts rise and fall. It happens all the time. This is only a part of the PANTOMIME.
V
Primary characters: an INNUENDO, perhaps: being slight of brain, they follow the wrong leader. Or, not understanding signals, they mistake the red beacon and fly against a GREEN LIGHT.
VI
Costume: Extravagant black plumage, with RED-tipped wings.
VII
Secondary characters: the THIN MEN, who prefer golden birds. To embrace the beauty of light or the beauty of dark, this was never their question.
VIII
Pre-Scene: Beebe was already knee-deep in BIRD SHIT. (Hm, recreate or not?)
IX
Abruptly: in a denser air, between issue and return, not a FEATHER flutters. Sudden, utter stillness. [Mysterioso]
X
Now, five thousand: plummeting. Keeping time, time, time. PLUMMETING, each a singular instant.
XI
The breast, the bone, dashed bodies, on stone. Maybe ASPHALT. (In sixes, dancers crash to floor.) [Sforzando piano sfzp]
XII
Easy as EGGSHELLS. Broken beaks, broken bells. Wingless and withered, by the blunt force of earth. Crimson blooms on each breast, spreading. Spreading, until: fade to RED. [Morendo]
XIII
Where do I begin?
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excellent. i needed something a little more challenging & experimental this morning to wake up and this fit the bill just right. XII is my favorite, i think though i do love the ending. like the title, date and place help ground it.
Happy me: this from you, Marcus. My utmost appreciation in wee night hours of New York.
I read this three times, just because it is so beautiful and elegant.
Beebe ... think representational pudding.
Catherine this is whimsical, artistic, meta-something, quite lovely, sub-conscious/blatant, beyond clever, and generally fine.
fav (think standing ovation, 47 Texans in Stetsons, shouting "Brava!" "Encore!" "Author") Sorry, got carried away.
God, you know you are in something special when your mind runs across "Wingless and withered, by the blunt force of earth". Seriously, this is stunning, Catherine.
Frankie, so so lovely to hear - I am moved. I'm grateful for your reading,thank you for coming and commenting.
James, you writer's dream of a reading writer, I bow to you. (Short hand: gosh!) Please, by all means, get carried away!
Lou! I am thrilled you can to see me. Very happy-making. And talking about what you say... is just beyond me. My humble thanks. (But big thanks, to be sure.)
Catherine: How do I love this? Let me count the ways: every singular roman numeral made me rant, then rave. You are the High Priestess of the written word. The long and short of it. The beginning at the end. ********************
Yes, stunning work, love the images and the music.
Thank you, (all ways), Robert and David. I appreciate your generous comments very much.