Freewrite, Number 1

there is a method to the madness. sort of.

I’m trying to find that place.

That mystical Promised Land where the river is the most riveting shade of teal and birds sing from the throat – heady and perfect - and they crash into windows with the sounds of cymbals. That place where the sky is green and pink and obscure and the most plastic blue.

Art.

I feel as though any excursion, any music, any manufactured words depicting fiction float magically to this place. This parallel universe where life imitates art imitating life. Bubbles and paint and oil textured clouds and noise and green, where you can sing if you feel like it.

I think it’s hidden.

I think you get to see it when you’ve practiced enough, when you’ve suffered enough of the mundanities, stuck here in the Real. Once you can appreciate the Art in things, the Imagined, the perfect windows to catch glimpses of line-drawn plans of how this place looks, then you get to appreciate it. Not sooner than that, though.

Poppy bass lines and melancholy piano and Rachmaninoff and Macs and polystyrene sculptures and wire and tar and thread. I expect it will look like Willy Wonka’s factory, in the original film, with the tea-cup-flowers and fat gummy-bear fruit.

In this land, you can sing if you want to. 

Author's Note

they didn't have 'plasticine mania finally released in a fit of self-deprecation caused by bureaucratic declarations of your inescapable inferiority' as a genre, so i chose the next best thing.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

this leaked beautiful juices. i am impressed by your words.

[Stephanie]

This is beautiful and full of wonder and whimsy. It's a stunning place you've described, a place of majestic beauty in my inagination. I think most poets and writers can definitely identify with this world. So amazing it couldn't possibly exist. Your descriptions are so unique and make me want to find this place at any cost, in any way.

"Bubbles and paint and oil textured clouds and noise and green, where you can sing if you feel like it."

I've always found a kind of magical quality in clouds. Like they could be anything... I don't know. This piece awakened my imagination! Fantastic, mesmerizing write! :]