Friday, December 03, 2010

flash fiction friday #33, plus empress diablesse

sorry this trigger late, didn't realise legreat fffd; actually came to blog my choreographic debut and discovered i was late, so i giving you video+trigger...
las' weekend @ coco dance festival i premiered my 1st real attempt @choreography, set to my empress diablesse burlesque fff. my solo's a different incarnation of the empress diablesse character i wukkin' with lately, also still work-in-progress, and as such, i called the piece that instead of directly referencing diablesse in the title yet. i voiced my text (prerecorded, big-up kesh) and with the idea of recycling plastic bottles from sonja dumas (who i try to chain-up to choreograph the solo based on my empress, and instead she make me do it, thanks, eh) paul kain design+build me this stunning costume so i had was to currently about 2minutes long, but since i dunno how to edit, after you watch the opening 15seconds, skip to 1minute in and watch the rest (tech rehearsal mobilephone video; long wait for sound cue). for performance there's no leotard under the bustier, jus' skin+plastic and thin strips of velcro across my open back. when it done it will be a proper empress diablesse under...
flash fiction friday #33 (inclusion) trigger: wet, match, chain, trigger, rendezvous.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.


Blogger mystie said...

Well de man buss a stink chain up on all of the boys from roun' de ole road and say fete match this sunday, everybody coming down, lime fuh so!
Sure enough sunday reach, people filling in the savannah ready pump up and waiting, cause is long time them ole road fellas say they have a cut ass waiting for we. Cause the last time we make this lil cricket rendezvous dem say we cheat and was in cahoots with de drunk umpire and that final call that decide de game was NOT OUT!
So the teams line up on de field, we in we bess blue and dem in sporty red fuh power!
Wickets ready, batsmen ready and the bowler, tall freddy, miss marva 3rd linghey son about to start he run up.

All of a sudden we see a man running at break neck speed around the corner, he clothes soaking wet sticking on he chest and legs like he just lie down and roll around in a pool of water and then decide to run round fast fast to see if he could get it dry. People start to laugh cause we couldn't understand what was he real point, and then we realise he shouting something while he running and trying to signal to us in the savannah as he coming speeding closer.


Well boy as soon as the local crowd understand what he was shouting, man woman and child leave everything behind and start pelting running out de savannah and as far away as possible from oncoming Mad Elroy. Dey eh even wait to see him running towards them, because they KNOW once he temper trigger is madness in the place an anybody who eh look sharp go get it!

9:58 pm  
Blogger Ishara LeGreat said...

last fff was just difficult for spite and bad mind, but this one is good and done

3:07 am  
Anonymous brent said...

wet, match, chain, trigger, rendezvous

It was a box of wet matches he had sitting on the hill, the sea like a broken plate soaking in the dish liquid of sunset. Not one match would light, so he gave up and listened to the banana leaves turn back and forth, long paper-weight oars moved by the breeze, cigarette limp at his lips.
Waiting for the trigger, the twitch in his eye, the memory of the rendezvous in the hull of the boat down where the sea licks itself with a thousand tongues that all say shhhhhhhhh…

In the empty house on the stilts next to the sea, the hens lay eggs in the corners and on top a pile of wet clothes. No one will touch them. The broken hull of the boat beneath the house, ploughed into the earth, where lovers touch hidden by the sides of the vessel.

He used to lay back in the hull of the boat in the waters of Venezuela, watching a doorway open in the clouds he says, but too many men with their fingers on triggers these days, he says, we can either live like this or we can live in fear…

He remembers her in the boat and the slipping sound, like links of chain falling around him, as the moorings broke in the highest tide and he started to drift. For fear of pirates, and gun men and taking license under the moon, he bit into the flesh of a Portugal unskinned not knowing why his flesh was triggered by that flesh to do such things. But he bit, and the sea sounds even up here, on top this hill, cigarette unlit in his lips, the sounds of boats bucking against their chains.

That’s it for now…thanks for the ff stimulus…Brent

egg, witch, cave

"The egg is considered an embodiment of when Jane Patterson was observed burying an egg in Smith's Village in 1893, she was accosted by another resident of the area...For her trouble Patterson was sentenced to six months in jail..."

Theorizing the link between witches, caves and eggs…?

12:55 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done above this post on blog; off to read allyuh + trigger fff#34...walk good.

11:32 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

mysti: yuh well crack me up, felt like i see this happen.
brent: beautiful+evocative, and thanks for the eggs/witch/cave bonus...
walk good

12:06 pm  

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