my first curlficlet
Jun. 30th, 2003 11:43 pmI had ten minutes so I wrote this:
For <"lj user="thejennabides">.
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Orlando cannot be seen.
Orlando is standing in front of the sun. He is a black silhouette, black against the sun. The only thing that can be seen of Orlando is the halo around his head. The backlit, sunshone aura around his skull, where the sun gleams through the curls.
The curls are flying in the breeze. They are tugged hither, they are tugged thither. They look alive. They look like sprites dancing around the inert centre of Orlando's blackness.
"I'm not sure this'll turn out," you say. But you press the shutter, anyway.
When the picture is printed, weeks hence, you will look at the silhouette, you will look at the sun around Orlando's head, you will look at the spots of light blotched across the paper in an unintended photographic effect. The photo look blotched, as if it's been lying in the puddles next to a kitchen sink. As if someone's been dripping tears on it. As if the sun itself had turned to liquid salt.
You will go back to the darkroom and you will burn in the surroundings. You'll use matt, low-contrast paper and you'll expose the centre for half a second only. You'll whip the card out of the fixer and peer at it in the infrared light.
And there's the face. It will be seen. Orlando will be seen. He will be looking straight at you. He won't be smiling. His features will only just be visible in the murk of his low-contrast face. And the sun will have gone. All that will be left will be a drab grey-in-grey blotch, all around Orlando's murky face.
'Was I really there?' you'll think. 'Did this really happen?'
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1 July 2003
lobelia40@yahoo.com
For <"lj user="thejennabides">.
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Orlando cannot be seen.
Orlando is standing in front of the sun. He is a black silhouette, black against the sun. The only thing that can be seen of Orlando is the halo around his head. The backlit, sunshone aura around his skull, where the sun gleams through the curls.
The curls are flying in the breeze. They are tugged hither, they are tugged thither. They look alive. They look like sprites dancing around the inert centre of Orlando's blackness.
"I'm not sure this'll turn out," you say. But you press the shutter, anyway.
When the picture is printed, weeks hence, you will look at the silhouette, you will look at the sun around Orlando's head, you will look at the spots of light blotched across the paper in an unintended photographic effect. The photo look blotched, as if it's been lying in the puddles next to a kitchen sink. As if someone's been dripping tears on it. As if the sun itself had turned to liquid salt.
You will go back to the darkroom and you will burn in the surroundings. You'll use matt, low-contrast paper and you'll expose the centre for half a second only. You'll whip the card out of the fixer and peer at it in the infrared light.
And there's the face. It will be seen. Orlando will be seen. He will be looking straight at you. He won't be smiling. His features will only just be visible in the murk of his low-contrast face. And the sun will have gone. All that will be left will be a drab grey-in-grey blotch, all around Orlando's murky face.
'Was I really there?' you'll think. 'Did this really happen?'
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1 July 2003
lobelia40@yahoo.com
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Date: 2003-06-30 05:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-01 01:47 am (UTC)you. whuh. *blinks and sputters and flails helplessly*
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Date: 2003-07-01 04:49 am (UTC)But I cherish them for that. I need a bit of sanity in this world of Curl Whirl.
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Date: 2003-07-01 03:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-01 04:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-01 04:50 am (UTC)And it's no *hype* around the Curls! The Curls are not being exploited commercially a la Harry Potter! It's pure grassroots adulation!
And thank you for that line about the last line. *smooches*
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Date: 2003-07-01 03:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-01 04:17 pm (UTC)I would love to do a stylistic analysis of the way tropes travel from fic to fic through the fandom.
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Date: 2003-06-30 05:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-01 04:48 am (UTC)I think we're all going bonkers. I know I am.
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Date: 2003-06-30 06:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-01 04:47 am (UTC)But what shield have we to defend against this type of battering?
Thanks, sweetie.
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Date: 2003-07-01 01:49 am (UTC)well. there are curls. and there is shimmer and glow (the 'halo'). and there is Orlando, and there is Dom.
and there is yes, and yeah.
yeah.
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Date: 2003-07-01 04:46 am (UTC)I probably need a holiday in John'n'Bern land before I go completely and totally top-to-bottom curly.
How I love the curl icon!
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Date: 2003-07-01 04:46 am (UTC)'tugged thither' is tongue-tangling, though I imagine that's partly the point. (See, you have infected me with this alliteration virus. Off to slash Beowulf: hmm....)
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Date: 2003-07-01 06:55 am (UTC)though I imagine that's partly the point.
You're sweet for thinking there might *be* a point in a ten-minute ficlet! I just like the word, I just like the rhyme. Mostly I like the curls.
*writhes helplessly*
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Date: 2003-07-02 05:58 am (UTC)fave line: "The photo look blotched... As if someone's been dripping tears on it." this line emphasizes the heart-tugging melancholy of the story.
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Date: 2003-07-02 09:06 am (UTC)Thank you for your comment! And for even *having* a fave line!
*smooches*
P.S. This was written in a kind of curl-fever. I'm just afraid that I'm turning into
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Date: 2003-07-03 01:26 am (UTC)