Haunting

August 3, 2016August 7, 2016 / animar64 / 1 Comment

DAILY PROMPT

Profound

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I like to haunt museums.

I like to stand in front of the exhibits and take my time going over every inch of the paintings, the sculptures.

Once I saw an exhibit that was full of little shapes that made you think of grain silos and farmhouses and here and there were little puffs of white fabric that looked like clouds.

As you moved through the exhibit you felt like you flying over farmlands somewhere in the Midwest.

I’ve seen King Tut exhibit and the Pompeii exhibit- my favorite display at the Pompeii show were artifacts from a brothel.

One of the walls were hung with heavy curtains.

I took a place against the wall across from the curtained wall and watched.

Some people pretended they didn’t care what was behind the curtain, other people lifted the curtain to the side when they thought no one was watching (but I was…indeed I was) one couple, they were in their late 70’s at least, lifted the curtain back and when they were faced with a boring blank wall said, ” Well that’s was a let down.”

There were some seriously hardcore Pompeii porn in that exhibit and I had no idea how you could have topped some of the things that were on display right out in the open.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I like to haunt museums.

I can stand back from an exhibit and watch the people- all of those interested, bored, unique faces- art looking at art- all of it becoming art to me.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Meet Dramabones

August 1, 2016August 3, 2016 / animar64 / Leave a comment

DAILY PROMPT

Dramatic

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Dramabones:

She reeked of wine and cigarettes and floating above it like nuclear fallout from a mushroom cloud that ate and muted every living thing in it’s path was perfume- old perfume. Dusty smelling perfume, the kind of perfume some women get for Valentine’s Day and wear to much of, strangely enough, to make themselves attractive enough to get more of it from lots of other men on other holidays.

Dramabones:

She wears giant platform shoes and a slash of dark red lipstick and when she smokes she tilts her chin up in the air and shoots the smoke out of her lips, and after she likes to look deeply into your eyes when she’s done.

It’s sort of like watching the Little Engine That Could chugging it’s way across the tracks to meet the Big Engine That Did.

You don’t want to laugh, but you know…you do .

Dramabones:

She writes poems about passion, she listens to music about passion, she collects art inspired by passion and when she talks about passion her eyes turn to stone and her face becomes a granite mask and her voice, her dry flat voice strangles each word, every syllable before it passes her lips and hits the air.

She’s oh so very dramatic to the marrow of her Dramabones.