Purple Prose-Bending
(First post on my new WordPress site: StrangeLander 2015)
©June 1st, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
All right, lasses and lads, beaver-toothed mammoths, snarp-crusted squids, squirrel-faced carp and all acidophilus pro-biotic life forms! This is your former dreamer who spake in the voice of V-Hypnagogic Logic.
I come now, wide-awake, armed with sleep-starved brain and staring eyes, ready to strip the world of any sense it possesses, and re-configure it into snake-headed lionesses and dog-eared tail-waggers, because, words!
What do I bring with me?
Ennui! Oui! And a dangerous, teetering dance on the edge of insanity, couched in prose so serious, that it gazes blindly at the sun, peeling grapes and crushing bleeding pomegranates underfoot.
And when insanity comes, it will come disguised as poetry, and when poetry arrives, all prose becomes amateurs, all grammar flies in the wind of chaos, and anarchy flies on a broomstick, hair streaming backwards.
All purple will be my mutterings, and in the midst of all the primordial bubbling, there will recline a recumbent form. And that form will be rich with purple and crimson. Pleasure will be king, and the blues will be an empress, and somewhere, a monk will play a piano. Miles and miles of wandering will lead to a coal train, chuffing towards a distant destination, where Winged Victory awaits, and all dreamers are welcome.
More to come on the morrow, when I shall borrow from the world of the living some surcease of sorrow, while ravens come and go and quoth Nevermore at me, day in and day out.
Goodnight!
~Dreamer of Dreams~