Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Purple Words: Alba And Gorodish



Alba And Gorodish


As the Sun rose his hopes of seeing Alba faded.
He felt like a burdalone now that his world
had been almost accidentally expanded
to include another within his grasp.

Each time he walked by the Malevich, it and the skirr
shook him so badly that he began to question
his sudden distaste for rectilinearity:
buildings should look like buildings after all.

Gorodish was strolling along the boulevard
Saint-Germain where every now and then,
he stopped to admire a painted wooden buddha,
some piece of furniture or a picture of a girl

remarkably like an Alba of another age.
When the Sun broke through, Alba stretched
like a cat. Her stride lengthening, becoming
more fluid, taking on a tropical rhythm.

Summer had finally come and she was glad
of its sultry heat reminding her of her home
in the quiescent rice fields of Vietnam far from
the hustle and bustle of tonant Paris.

At first the innkeeper was reserved, almost mumpsimus
yet the mention of Luc Plassin’s name brought smiles
and a display of warmth. In the space reserved
for listing occupation, Gorodish wrote: Painter.

---Purple Mark 08/04/2012





Purple Prompts:                                                                         

From the books by Delacorta Ballantine Books:
  1. As the sun rose higher in the sky, and the city awoke, his hopes of seeing Alba faded.” (Luna, 1984, page 42).
  2. Each time he walked past the Malevich it shook him to the depths of his being, shook him so badly that he began to question his sudden distaste for rectilinearity.” (Vida, 1985, page 122).
  3. At first the innkeeper was reserved, but the mention of Luc Plassin’s name brought smiles and a display of warmth. In the space on the hotel registration card meant for listing his profession, Gorodish wrote: 'Painter.'” (Nana, 1979, Page 11).
  4. The sun broke through. Alba stretched like a cat. Her stride lengthening, becoming more fluid, taking on a tropical rhythm.” (Lola, 1984, Page 91).
  5. Gorodish was calmly strolling along the boulevard Saint-Germain. Now and then he stopped in front of a display window to admire a painted wooden buddha, a piece of furniture, or a picture.” (Diva, 1979, Page 64).
  6. Random words from Dickson’s Word Treasury by Paul Dickson, John Wiley And Sons, Inc. 1992.
  7.            Burdalone: a solitary person
               Mumpsimus: a pig-headed person
               Skirr: the whirr of birds in flight
               Tonant: making a deep, loud sound






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1 comment:

  1. Thanks, Bill! I hoped you liked my odd tribute to Delacorta.

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