Work is still for the
duration of this still act,
disturbed by key clicks.
– Leonard “Sunday Morning” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Believe it or not, it's Sunday morning, and I'm working away on gainful work (freelancer's fate).
Oh, and it's grey and drab out there, with drizzle in the air.
This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Everyone’s dream baby
A hint of lust in
an otherwise perfectly
smooth sheen of beauty...
Oh that’s the way Carmela
Hiller trots down High Street
on stiletto heels,
tired for once from relentless
pleasure seeking.
Wish I could fall in love
with her and have things
uncomplicated like the rest
of the world, having
smooth sheen of my own
and more than a hint of lust.
– Leonard “Vicariator” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written around hint, lust and sheen from 3WW.
Note on genesis
What started out as a simple haiku (1st stanza) spread out into much more of a story than originally thought of, becoming geographically and emotionally situated and, finally, self reflection-saturated.
an otherwise perfectly
smooth sheen of beauty...
Oh that’s the way Carmela
Hiller trots down High Street
on stiletto heels,
tired for once from relentless
pleasure seeking.
Wish I could fall in love
with her and have things
uncomplicated like the rest
of the world, having
smooth sheen of my own
and more than a hint of lust.
– Leonard “Vicariator” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written around hint, lust and sheen from 3WW.
Note on genesis
What started out as a simple haiku (1st stanza) spread out into much more of a story than originally thought of, becoming geographically and emotionally situated and, finally, self reflection-saturated.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Soledad en …
Some‑
times
there is
nothing as
lonely as a crowd
milling merrily around you.
times
there is
nothing as
lonely as a crowd
milling merrily around you.
– Leonard "Master of Truisms" Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for One Single Impression and Lonely. The title, added retroactively, alludes to García Lorca's Poemas de la soledad en Columbia University from Poeta en Nueva York (1930).
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Try this
“Try this!”
Sunita was my seductress.
With glee she’d ask me to close my eyes and open my mouth. Then she’d insert something and tell me to chomp down.
I got to taste hot green chilies that way, hot mango pickle and burnt brinjal (she was Indian, and her family ate Indian all the time).
All great stuff for sure, but challenging to tongue and taste buds.
I’d be in pain, she’d dance around me, laughing her head off.
Things took a different turn one day, when we were about sixteen.
She warned me not to bite down hard this time, or it would cost me dear.
With eyes closed, I felt the heat of her face very near me and then tasted no vegetable, no chutney, no pickle, no slimy substance, but something alive and soft and warm – the tip of her tongue.
I opened my eyes and stared into hers, so close, so intense. We stayed that way for minutes, but they seemed like a small eternity.
...
She’s off to college in California, where she got a scholarship because she’s brilliant. A few days ago I received a package containing a DVD – an Indian movie called “Ugly Aur Pagli*” – and a card with these words:
Posted for One Single Impression and Try.
* “Aur Pagli” = “and Crazy” in Hindi. “Pagli” rhymes with “Ugly.”
Information about the 2008 movie starring Mallika Sherawat (as Kuhu / Pagli) and Ranvir Shorey (as Kabir / Ugly) at IMDB:
This Indian film is a remake of the South Korean film My Sassy Girl (2001). Both are a lot of fun. Much more so, to my taste, than the American version: My Sassy Girl (2008), starring Elisha Cuthbert and Jesse Bradford.
Sunita was my seductress.
With glee she’d ask me to close my eyes and open my mouth. Then she’d insert something and tell me to chomp down.
I got to taste hot green chilies that way, hot mango pickle and burnt brinjal (she was Indian, and her family ate Indian all the time).
All great stuff for sure, but challenging to tongue and taste buds.
I’d be in pain, she’d dance around me, laughing her head off.
Things took a different turn one day, when we were about sixteen.
She warned me not to bite down hard this time, or it would cost me dear.
With eyes closed, I felt the heat of her face very near me and then tasted no vegetable, no chutney, no pickle, no slimy substance, but something alive and soft and warm – the tip of her tongue.
I opened my eyes and stared into hers, so close, so intense. We stayed that way for minutes, but they seemed like a small eternity.
...
She’s off to college in California, where she got a scholarship because she’s brilliant. A few days ago I received a package containing a DVD – an Indian movie called “Ugly Aur Pagli*” – and a card with these words:
WATCH THIS! Your Pagli.– Leonard “In Teen Mode” Blumfeld (© 2010)
PS: Come see me soon. You still have lots of things to try.
Posted for One Single Impression and Try.
* “Aur Pagli” = “and Crazy” in Hindi. “Pagli” rhymes with “Ugly.”
Information about the 2008 movie starring Mallika Sherawat (as Kuhu / Pagli) and Ranvir Shorey (as Kabir / Ugly) at IMDB:
This Indian film is a remake of the South Korean film My Sassy Girl (2001). Both are a lot of fun. Much more so, to my taste, than the American version: My Sassy Girl (2008), starring Elisha Cuthbert and Jesse Bradford.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
2046
For her, as usual
“You say your life is so empty these days, so lacking in purpose and meaning. But aren’t you shortselling your friends, the hours you spend with them, the hours they spend with you, the things you do together, the food and drinks you share? Aren’t you just a bit too much into feeling sorry for yourself and for the vicarious time you spend with the one person who does not wish to spend time with you?”
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for One Single Impression and Empty.
Note
The title is derived from the film 2046 by Wong Kar Wai (2004), which portrays a middle-aged man whose life gradually becomes more and more meaningless as he drifts from one party to the next, from one short-lived affair to the next.
“You say your life is so empty these days, so lacking in purpose and meaning. But aren’t you shortselling your friends, the hours you spend with them, the hours they spend with you, the things you do together, the food and drinks you share? Aren’t you just a bit too much into feeling sorry for yourself and for the vicarious time you spend with the one person who does not wish to spend time with you?”
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for One Single Impression and Empty.
Note
The title is derived from the film 2046 by Wong Kar Wai (2004), which portrays a middle-aged man whose life gradually becomes more and more meaningless as he drifts from one party to the next, from one short-lived affair to the next.
Scene from 2046, with Ziyi Zhang and Tony Leung
Friday, August 27, 2010
Today's horoscope said ...
You could be interested in psychology right now, Leonard. Perhaps you are trying to unlock the secrets of a complex relationship. You could be romantically involved with someone who is a bit of a puzzle.Wow! Hardly ever has a horoscope been more spot-on than this. I've been working on unlocking the secrets of this complex relationship with this big bit of a puzzle for years.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
I'd like to thank ...
... everyone involved in urgently proposing my overall work to the illustrious jury of Pedestrian Writing At Best, which includes such celebrated authors as Morman Nailer, Menry Hiller, Nais Ananin, Kephen Sting, Kean Doontz and Ban Drown.
My lifetime achievement won third prize in the Experimental Pedestrian Writing category.
The Pedestrian Writing At Best Prizes are on par with the coveted Cooker Prize, Phoolitzer Prize and Mobile Prize for Literature.
I am extremely proud and honored to have been awarded this prestigious prize, and it's all due to your efforts, my buddies, colleagues, cronies, acolytes and sycophants!
Thank you so eternally much!
– Leonard “Clod” Blumfeld
Published for Sunday Scribblings and I'd like to thank...
My lifetime achievement won third prize in the Experimental Pedestrian Writing category.
The Pedestrian Writing At Best Prizes are on par with the coveted Cooker Prize, Phoolitzer Prize and Mobile Prize for Literature.
I am extremely proud and honored to have been awarded this prestigious prize, and it's all due to your efforts, my buddies, colleagues, cronies, acolytes and sycophants!
Thank you so eternally much!
– Leonard “Clod” Blumfeld
Published for Sunday Scribblings and I'd like to thank...
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Some time, a while ago
For her
Some time, a while ago,
you went out the door
with that twist of waist
and derrière so all your own
that I knew I wanted
to see that back of yours
and you rise from my
bed every single
morning for the rest
of my days – I knew it
with the certainty
of a kick by an angel
– Leonard “Hangs On” Blumfeld
Posted for One Single Impression and ‘Angel’.
Some time, a while ago,
you went out the door
with that twist of waist
and derrière so all your own
that I knew I wanted
to see that back of yours
and you rise from my
bed every single
morning for the rest
of my days – I knew it
with the certainty
of a kick by an angel
– Leonard “Hangs On” Blumfeld
Posted for One Single Impression and ‘Angel’.
She sprang forward
She sprang forward with
her plastic sword, declaring
war on France’s foes.
– Leonard “Spectator” Blumfeld
Wasn’t quite with it last night at the open air theater on the stairs of Lukaskirche in Suttgart. The short version of Schiller’s Joan of Arc play seemed a bit ludicrous, and that’s what the haiku above is about ... in so few words.
The photo is from the show, but from another scene of the play.
her plastic sword, declaring
war on France’s foes.
– Leonard “Spectator” Blumfeld
Wasn’t quite with it last night at the open air theater on the stairs of Lukaskirche in Suttgart. The short version of Schiller’s Joan of Arc play seemed a bit ludicrous, and that’s what the haiku above is about ... in so few words.
The photo is from the show, but from another scene of the play.
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