Scetchbook
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The story will be as short or as long as space or time permits and , or a combination of , and depends on muse and musical inspiration.
It begins with questions of guilt, truth, revelation- both biblical and less so personal, the intimation could allegedly recall the protection that the Fifth Amendment can work as a kind of sheltering sky, that also recalls various ghostly and vampiric figures underneath.
Sketch 1
Told Carleanis this long ago in a different place and time about the Persian Boy, the fictional one, the tragic lonely hunter of hearts who was cute as a red plum cherub, causing the death of many a soul in Venice.
That is not the Venice we associate with spiraling evil behemoth wicked popes, like Joan, who was really a drag queen with unholy aspirations and Medici alliances, but simply Venice California, a wannabe look alike with strand, colorful beach balls, Jersey Mike subs and New York pizzas and dogs.
Here is where the real Persian boy lived, he still does, but his wife, poor soul has gone into the vivid neon blue sky of eternity, that previously was though was left peaceful and undisturbed.
That all has changed, and the death in Venice was not the resultant of the arte noir, of som cut off German failed idealistic still- life, of Arab boys seductively lounging in archaic proto classical poses, preemptions of coming pornographic with aristocratic ally slanted taste and elegance, but harsh , real brazen post avant- guard images that dripped out of melted time cut off diamonds in the once was trees, buried in the vampiric caves meant forever.
No. This was real. and the Persian boy out of jeolousy, as this ‘gift’ to Carleanis, may not equal the value that Salome dished up as a present, however the goings on in the faux postmodern sense can imply more then what presently could be described.
WARNING: this is a sketch, and nothing else, meant not for distribution or any other purpose but to do what the late Henry Miller warned about;
If you had to decide between being a writer and a driver, GO, on the road like Kenw K and enjoys the thrills and frills, don’t waste your time with shedding a lot of Blood, Sweat and Tears.
If anyone seeking a direction here, it would suffice by saying that only the mysterious will of Mantras and in the way God acts, could strength and Absolute knowledge be found to erase the template ‘drug, sex and rock and roll from any other, as no corresponding spiritual power could not but diminish it’s kundalini energy.
The director has to find the author to find 6 characters in a hurry to make sense of it.
THE PRESENT
The Persian boy grew up, he lost his innoscence, and this was no longer the time when two Spartan Soldiers would pour their cut arteries’ blood into a vessel and swear never to abandon each other: he became whom he was not intended to be, he became other the the one he mistook as he stared at the other as he himself appeared to be, no, echo became jealous, filled with vanity and later the power of deception.
It could be nice to echo the original sound coming out of hibernation, or before time was recorded, but then a modernist noted that one can not go home again , living so long in the city, overabundant with noise and chaos, to the virginal time when the number of horses used to carry folk into towns and prairies, forgotten landscapes, wilting flower petals reflected from lacquered tabletops reflecting the candles eyes strained to write anything meaningful , notes from underground, as generations gyrated through it’s enormous astounding leaps of regeneration.