ALIEN LANDSCAPE
Author : NHJ
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Between the Bars (Elliott Smith Cover) by Metric
Friday, December 29, 2006
taken from Critten's "Linda in the First" 28/12/2006.
i asked her,
where do you go for days and days?
there is no more life left in this mortal city. tell me another story which goes in a perfect circle so it never really ends. tell me that secret tale about the death of giants and the beginning of humanity. don't go just yet. it is only eight. your world can wait.
once upon a time - no no start with 'they came in great numbers, their toes are the now great oaks, their souls are the earthworms that keep this paradise alive. their legacy written in the constellations'. hey i think i can see Grew the legendary Spitter. see those clump of stars? what are you saying? there are no stars. (silence) ok recite a haiku for me please. something happy. no wait, something that. that. you know. monumental. ok. Crestfallensky once wrote:
Only hideous
Eyes, could ever understand
What true beauty is.
(silence) why are you so nice today, Critten? maybe i'm dying. that is not funny.
am i beautiful? i have hideous eyes? yes. yes. nobody else thinks so. i am a crippled beauty in a whorehouse. you're cheesy. as are you. hey. play The Stops the for your next song ok? hm hm (singing) i'll miss you the way you miss the sea. don't look down. keep staring like you’ve never seen the stars. if you need me to remind you who you are, little blossom there’s the shiniest soul just behind those eyes. really? i promise. the shiniest.
i'm sorry Gremlin. i am so sorry. it's ok. i never loved you anyway. read me a poem. from your brown book. the one by NeroMatches. i love that one. ok.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World by NeroMatches
That night, under this solid mess of stars
she told me, the world we have
was sitting by the silken roots of her palms.
her lips tremble and shake with every word
And she shivers as she strips her jacket off.
"It's freezing" I whispered. "Put it back on"
She took out her pack of cigarettes
And neared her mouth against my ear, and replied,
"This would keep me warm".
"Of course" I told her, "of course."
She puffs the nicotine out with smiles
And mercury sweat drops trickle down her spine.
--you see, breath left my lungs before i could speak--
"True." she muttered.
"True?" I asked her.
"Yes. True. It's true."
I did not understand her.
Her lips were not anymore trembling
But dried out in that freezing night.
"What is?"
"You."
"I?"
"You. True. You are true."
"Of course."
She took out another stick and lit it with her butane lighter.
Her hands were whiter than snow.
"I'll have the world someday you know."
"Yes, I do."
She stretches out and her eyes follow mine.
I was speechless.
"I love you." she told me.
And I told her I loved her too.
But she shook her head, and took my hand
And cradled her cheek on it.
"Not as much as I do."
Under this solid mess of stars,
I told her I had the world by the roots of my palms.
It was her.
(i put out my strawberry cigarette and pocketed my butane lighter)
i have to go now. i will see you tomorrow. i hope you will finally let me kiss you.
(i left her crying alone. she will never kiss me.)
Posted by NHJ 12/29/2006 02:56:00 pm
Saturday, December 23, 2006
a girl called Captain
she was the cutest thing. looking so proud in her deep self denial. so well disguised. her hair cut short, her breasts tied down, her attire man-ed up. she smiled - almost shyly - at me as i gazed at her pretty eyes, her smooth cheeks, her moist lips.
her discomfort and annoyance was painfully obvious under shameless scrutiny. finally, i smiled. she relaxed visibly as her hand was taken and shook in a most formal manner. there was a subtle clearing of throat and a husky voice said,
i'm Captain.
hi Captain, i responded immediately. you're pretty. and she was. i seldom pay that particular compliment. not even to Critten.
Captain winced at this. it's a compliment, i explained hastily. she nodded her perfectly groomed head but did not look convinced. there was a slight crease on her face. she was offended. i sighed. Critten, hanging on to her arm shot dagger looks at me. what a silver sweet couple.
whatever, i muttered under my breath.
that night i dreamt of a man so beautiful, he did not exist.
Posted by NHJ 12/23/2006 07:19:00 am
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
quiet hot afternoons with buzzing cold peppermint ice cream
Posted by NHJ 12/06/2006 07:47:00 pm
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
a less than epic ending.
it rained. she chewed on a lock of limp wet hair, frowning. we were both heaving from the heavy arguments in between dashing from one building to another.
the water in gutter looked strangely crystalline as it rushed by. different but always the same. the gurgling of the gutter and the soft roar of rain made the day so beautiful in spite of everything. it made her beautiful.
pity. it's such a beautiful day. she said in between chewing her hair, echoing my thoughts.
and you're looking nice she added after a pause. i raised my eyebrows at this but did not say anything. we continued staring at the pretty gutter water and the occasional leaf riding it. it seemed like one of the better days.
the day smelled
so good.
rain and grass.
i stood up and walked away from the cold metal bench we were sitting on. she did not stop me. i did not look back.
leaving something that felt rather epic, all i remembered was thinking of her mother murmuring a little song on those rare occasions when she was home. it went,
for whom is it well, for whom is it well?
there is no one for whom it is well.
Posted by NHJ 12/05/2006 08:48:00 pm
Monday, December 04, 2006
happy birthday to my favourite girl in the whole wide world
she is perpetually joyous. she still hugs me even though i push her away every single time. she is the only one who can make me laugh just by making one particular sound.
she makes the most comical expressions. she is so deliciously mean. she likes to stroke my hair when i'm stuck in the middle of a disgusting chore. she calls me "eh sista!". she tries to stay up late to accompany me if i'm watching a scary movie but falls asleep anyway.
she saves up her meagre pocket money to buy me gift shop presents when it's my birthday. (last years was a little book of sister quotes which i never really read)
she cracks the lamest jokes on Earth when i'm happy and keeps a wise distance when i'm not. she makes an effort to know the few friends i keep close. she burps very well.
she dances very badly, as do i. she sings very badly. she likes to gang up with me and gossip about our brother listening to girly songs and being a cheerleader.
she touches me every chance she gets just because i don't like it. she says my cooking is horrible even though she devours it like it's her first meal. she would always go downstairs and get me seaweed chips and Coke Light when i'm sombre and want some.
she tries to like the music i like even though they bore her. she SMSes me 'hi!' or 'eh what are u doing!' even though we're both home. she watches Barney with me and makes fun of the fake kids.
she likes happy murderous girls like Lenore and Vendetta. and me.
she likes Natashas Bedingfield's Unwritten because she's delighted that such a normal song would win me over. (which is why i'm playing it now. but only til i post my next entry which is most likely tomorrow)
and lots more lah.
she loves me, i think. and i love her.
Posted by NHJ 12/04/2006 08:16:00 pm
Saturday, December 02, 2006
