LJ Idol Season 11: Week 25 - The Catbird's Seat

Jun 22, 2020 19:51



The despotic Florida sun was almost as cruel a welcome as Roy’s gambit:

“Why are you so cold?”

With a neck craning towards the unlucky blades of grass that bore the stain of the 30 yard line (such that the small lump of his chin sat feebly upon pillowy tiers of fat), yet with dispassionate eyes cast up, tucked just under the awning of a brow ( Read more... )

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viagra June 23 2020, 14:14:12 UTC
Gorgeous! I had a very visceral reaction when I saw that you had written prose, like I didn't know what to expect from this piece. But it's so very you in every way.

This brings back very specific memories for me, being the "new kid" at school in Florida, the lone clarinet player shoved into an open slot at the end of the flute section because I wasn't around when the charts were drawn up. Because of that, I actually ended up better friends with the flute section than with the clarinet section, and I did always enjoy hearing the commentary after competitions where the judges seemed very confused that a single clarinet would end up on the other side of the field from the rest. This really resonated with me.

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xlovebecomesher June 23 2020, 18:37:34 UTC
Very well done!

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halfshellvenus June 24 2020, 07:39:46 UTC
It was such a surprise to see prose from you. I don't think you've done that this entire season, which means poetry has been working really well for you.

I loved the descriptive richness of this piece, from all the cruel ways in which Marco feels lesser and inferior at the beginning (and details like, the army of white-helmeted green soldiers sprouting in an unmoving parade at his feet.), to the ending, where he has found a place to belong and has been made to feel welcome. That's a triumphant conclusion. :)

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roina_arwen June 24 2020, 17:00:26 UTC
When I saw it wasn’t poetry I had to check I’d clicked the right link, lol! But your prose is very poetic, too, and I love your description of the dandelions as “the army of white-helmeted green soldiers sprouting in an unmoving parade at his feet.“

For some reason when I first started reading I pictured Marco and Roy as being older. Maybe it was the name choices, or the “pillowy fat”? Anyway, well done!

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dadi June 24 2020, 18:29:33 UTC
Wooow! This speaks to me on many levels...very intense and true!

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