- Look. Do you see yet?
- No. Nothing. Just a dull purple-gray. there's nothing there.
- You have to look long enough.
- We've been standing here five minutes already.
- But the eyes! Don't you see them?
- Nope.
- C'mon. The artist is a genius.
- I don't see that. I don't see a thing.
- But that yearning expression, embodiment of a deep desire to be noticed. To be cherished. And to cherish in return. All in a tender, fleeting glance. Eyes that entrance you like wisps of visual incense drifting their way towards you, engulfing you in an intoxicating fog, drawing you into a bottomless trance from which there is no return, into an everlasting journey to the serene sensuality of shared togetherness.
- Let's move on. All I see is purple.
- You must try again. Close you eyes when you look at it, like I'm doing.
Story #222
12 comments:
When I close my eyes, I see: Vincent D'Onofrio's chin I'm about to bite and it's hot, freaking hot underneath those grey bed sheets!
The real genius here is Indie for coming up with a caption for that photo. I have a few of those in my collection but have never attempted to explain what was in them. :)
!!! I really love the fancy shmancy incense metaphor/simile !!!!! Woohoo!!!!
Cendrine: Wow! I never thought of that perspective.
Mushroom: Genius?? I guess you didn't see the eyes. Anyhow, I FINALLY STUMPED YOU! Muahahahaha!
Cori: Gee, I don't know what to say. I thought it wouldn't work, and now you tell me it did, and it makes me happy.
Now that I have read the comment about Vincent, I can think of nothing else...
Well, after just re-watching Fellini's Satricon movie, I see more there then you can imagine!
To imagine or not to imagine, that's the question!!! ;)**
"Oh, I see it now! Two kohlrabis stretching through the fog, toward the life-giving sun. What genius!"
I'm sorry, maybe I don't have the artistic sensibility, but all I see when I look at the picture is two naked old men shaving a goat. I guess that's just me.
livewire: One of my best friends is named Vincent and I think he'd love to meet you gals. He's an avant gard musician. See story #173
Barbara: Gotta love them artistic films. Thjey're so frank. ;-)
M.P.: That's one of my favorite songs, John Lennon's Imagine.
OldHorsetailSnake: I see your point. I just wasn't hungry the first time I looked at it.
Courtney: I won't tell your mom what you saw. We don't want to alarm her at your tender age.
You really shouldn't post such smut, Indie. You'll corrupt the poor girl. (Keep up the good work. :-P)
And you didn't stump me, the picture did. As said, I have several of that calibre, which I refer to as "bookmarks" because that's the only practical purpose they serve. Unless you are trying to remember that night where the sky was cloudy and purple.
Thanks for the compliment, Tina. People keep asking me that, but up to now they haven't been publishers.
I would not be opposed to having this blog published someday, but there would probably be a problem with using the photos in print form, as they are all found using filesharing tools, and I don't know who the owners are.
This short story has appeared in an Italian language anthology of stories from the Internet:
A Fairytale for Elves and Clouds
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