Sunday, June 10, 2007

I close my eyes and count Fib Sunday

I had a strange dream last night. I was island hopping in the Caribbean. A boat took me to one port on an island, a bus to another and then a boat to the next island and so on. At least five times. All along the way, I saw people, people from my past. No-one from my present. Only people with whom I no longer have any contact. One of these people was an ex-boyfriend. As with all the others, I could see him, but he could not see me. Almost looking through me. He looked up, almost aware someone or something was there, but unable to detect me. Like I was a ghost.

I woke up bewildered and was about to ask Ian if he ever dreams about former boyfriends/girlfriends/lovers - but thought better of it. I used to let the past annoy and frustrate me, but no longer. I simply close my eyes and count to ten.

Fib Sunday, this week is brought to you by the number 69 and the letters S, H, I and T. Oh, and the inspiration is courtesy of Marc Almond and Sarah Cracknell, chiefly from the duet as heard on Marc's latest album, Stardom Road. I adore it. Essentially, it's a covers album and one of the tracks is Strangers in the night. On my first listen, I thought the recording quite self-indulgent, but rapidly, I began to see the light. Checking out the lyrics, you too, dear reader, will see that the song sung by an outragous queer like Almond turns the entire thing on its head and into an ode to trolling. Anyone who's ever cruised Hampstead Heath, by day or by night, will be able to relate, quite well, to Strangers in the night, relate to it as they've never done before.

If you don't know what Fib Sunday is, hen, or indeed, what's going on, click here for the original instructions. If Fibs don't interest you, check out this nice painting.

In brief:

1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...

A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

Last week, FiL left us with the topic of Missing one's calling. My introspective response:

Some
Care.
You care
About me;
But not so much that
You'd give me up for the Priesthood.

Next topic:

To ten.

8 comments:

Brian said...

I
can't
count to
ten for calm.
Breathing works for me.
Deep, long, eye-closed, focused breathing.

Next topic:

Fear itself

Lex Ham Rand said...

I'm
scared!
Afraid!
Petrified?
Of what you may ask?
The only thing we have to fear...

Next topic:

Showy Lady Slipper (state flower of Minnesota - one is blooming in the garden my wife tends in front of our house.)

matty said...

i guess i am as stupid as i look - i just don't understand how to do fibbing sundays. anyway, i don't dream of ex-lovers. BUT -- i got annoyed with B Friday night. i was still half asleep and made him get up to take his medicine (he is sick at the moment) ...and, from what i can gather, at the height of my frustration of trying to get him up i called him by the name of my ex.

oooppsss...

hey, where are the pix from your trip!?!?!

sitting all alone in a cafe amongst pretty boys.
kisses,
matty

japanesewhispers said...

I don't get the FIB thing either. Well I get it but can't be bothered doing it. However I really love your paintings.

Ken Monteith said...

(I'm reaching back to the last topic left: Showy Lady Slipper)

Is
It
A plant?
A flower?
Or is it a pump
With ostrich feathers and high heels?

Next topic:

Tipping your waiter ;-)

Minge said...

You!
Boy!
A tip,
I'll give you!
Keep treating me like a
cunt and I'll tar and feather you.

Next topic:

Doughnuts.

ian thorpe said...

Fat!
Fat!
Fat! Fat!
Fat! Fat! Fat!
Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat!
My dick's far too fat for the hole.

Next topic is a lack of understanding in people from other times.

Bill S. said...

I don't trust myself with poetry, and thus neglected to post when I downloaded them, but thank you sooooooo much for posting both of the songs! "Close my eyes..." is a pretty straight read (so to speak) of the Dusty version, but Mr. Almond's taste is, as usual, impeccable, and Sarah sounds almost, I don't know, sultry? Fantabuloso!