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Stars in Our Eyes

“Can you die?”
Yes.
“Will you die?”
Eventually.
“Why?”
Because everything that lives must die,
If there is to be life, there has to be death.
“But you’ve lived for so long”
Aye, I even seen the death of a star. Though I wonder,
When people with science and big
Complicated words
Say that it is
The death
Of a star,
Could it ever have lived?
And, if so
Then I’d wonder more
What
The life of a star
Could be like?

 
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Posted by on 31 May 2014 in Banzaï

 

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Speakeasy 164 – Big Red Buttons

Leo had taken too much of her time already, she wanted to move on but she couldn’t do anything with him hanging on declaring he still loved her and please don’t go. His whining was only pathetic now. Nothing more. He told her that if she left him he would tell the world what she did and that was precisely what she was trying to avoid. So how to live with him without loving him? Or how to leave him without him telling?
So she left hints, here and there, hoping he’d find them. Eventually he did. He heard a beeping, and curious as he was he had to find out where it was coming from… in a dark alley he found it: a Big Red Button with a sign saying “DO NOT PRESS”. Well she knew nothing would stop him then. The medias talked about suicide by electrocution, some doubtful magazines had theories of their own. 
She searched his house and went to his funeral to make sure he really was dead and hadn’t left any clues. Then she turned around and walked away before the end. She never looked back, she just kept walking. 
 
 

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Posted by on 25 May 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy

 

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Pompeii

Bad things happen around me. I’ve known that since I was 10 years old. But I thought I could escape it, I found a place, so alive that I thought I could hide in between the people and the many lives around me. I loved walking around town, not speaking to anyone, just watching. I got noticed, people started talking to me and I made friends, not close but close enough to not be alone. I really thought I could try again, get another go at life… I was wrong.

But my luck caught up with me, the ground shook, first almost imperceptibly then more and more and I saw my city slowly fall apart before me… all the people I had met, those I had known and those I had gotten used to passing by. The colours and the lights came tumbling down in a shower of ephemeral beauty. The pillars were crumbling and I knew that no matter how hard I tried I would not be harmed. That’s just how it works. I get to see cities fall and people get crushed but I always come out unscathed. I saw the homeless guy I sometimes had sat with for words of wisdom, a pillar about to fall on him, and there were others. I closed my eyes as the city I loved fell to pieces around me and tried to block it out, imagine it still standing, trying to block out the screams of dying people and crashing towers. All I could feel were the tears streaming down my face, it was the only harm done, but it was enough. When I opened them again the rubble sat there accusingly, it was my fault, it always was.
So I closed my eyes again and tried to imagine what it had been again, so full of life. And I cried.

 
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Posted by on 24 May 2014 in Banzaï

 

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Clockwork

Cogs and bells
Whirring chiming
Metal and tongues of flame.
Maps and blueprints
Shoes and footprints
Dust and ashes
Billowing whirring
Chiming clanging
Weapons lined upon the wall
Swords and hammers, deadly all
Armours made to shield the head
Armours made to shield the heart
And machines and projects
Unfinished art
Lying around the chaos and noise
And the tick tock
Tick tock ticking
Of the clock,
Time is running away
There’s not the time but things to do
Always
Billowing whirring
Chiming clanging
Tick tock tick tock
Oh the mind of an artist may sound
Like a bomb about to go off.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process

— Vincent Van Gogh

 
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Posted by on 23 May 2014 in Banzaï

 

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the Sound of the Earth Flows

I wake up in a new place, I can feel it, the damp, soft earth under my feet as I get up. I’m probably in a field, I can feel an unobstructed cool wind in my back and ruffling my hair. I raise my head and enjoy the morning. It feels like morning. As I didn’t know where I was, I figured I might as well try to find out. And then I wondered was I alone? So I asked: “Hello? Is anyone there?”
But after some waiting I decided no one was, or if they were they were either deaf or didn’t want to be found. I hoped they weren’t deaf and just sitting around. It would be very problematic if I met someone deaf. Or mute. It would be extremely embarrassing.
I decided to go against the wind so that any smells could come to me and further inform me of my surroundings. The land is roughly even though a little on the hilly side I discover while walking. The sound came first: falling water, there was a waterfall, and so, a river where I could drink. I walked carefully towards the sound, knowing that if there was a waterfall tree would be rocks around it. When I got there I stumbled on a step I had miscalculated and fell straight into the water but it was after the waterfall and rather shallow at this point. It was a nice day and the water wasn’t particularly cold so I sat and let it flow over me. For the second time in a long time I could just enjoy the moment with no one around to take pity of me and tell me I couldn’t see beauty. Maybe I can’t, but I can feel it and I think it’s wonderful. People can sometimes rely on their sight too much. I don’t have that problem and I never will…

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Posted by on 23 May 2014 in Banzaï, Friendly Prompts

 

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Jolly Giant Juice

Harvey sat cross legged on a bungalow sipping his juice, how nice of Natty to invite them to a tea party in town he thought. Billy was sitting on a row of houses, eating off a billboard he used as a tray while Garry slouched against a tall building and Walter was lying in the way of angry humans, getting massaged by their blows. They were so funny, running around waving things about, getting in and out of different sized moving objects, screaming “help!” or “die giant die!” and tickling his feet.
What a jolly day, it was always fun going to town, it surely beat sitting in a cave all day. Watching the little beings starting to crawl all over Walter the other giants laughed out loud, making the last of the humans flee. What a nice day indeed!

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Posted by on 22 May 2014 in Banzaï, Friendly Prompts

 

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Green Soldiers with Guns

Down from the abyss came-
A deep rumbling song
A sound to wake the dead,
Come let the mourners come,
Rise them from their beds.

Tell them that their flesh and blood
Are soldiers gone to war,
And tell them that they died in vain
Strewn upon the floor.

Tell them how their kinsmen cried
And watched their brothers die.
Tell them how they took a gun
And never wondered why,

And tell them that when all was gone
They sat there looking back,
And wept their hearts out and their souls
For those they killed and did not know
And those that they saw die.

Tell them how in fields of green
They still see pools of blood,
Now tell me if it’s war you seek
I’ll tell you that it’s wrong.

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Posted by on 22 May 2014 in Banzaï, Friendly Prompts

 

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