The Plot Thickens

She was Lost, the plot was thin. She lit the fuse, laughed out allowed and then whispered “death to linearity. Long live fragmented ubiquity; meet me amongst the Amen's.

Plot:

•  Patch, Area, Allotment

•  Story, Scenario, Story-Line

•  Scheme, Plan, Conspiracy

•  Chart, Graph, Table

Thicken:

•  Coagulate, Clot

•  Congeal, Gel

•  Solidify, Stiffen, Harden

It consisted of a street. This street is called a road which is absurd given its architectural makeup. Consider naming a Short stretch of motorway a long lane, that's right… it's wrong. At the mouth of this street lies East London, at its heart exists the serendipitous theatre; a stale trail of vice litters the conduit between each orifice, poisons every sense.

A drunken pole, a skinhead, stumbles out the first little house, throwing artificial lighting across the street. There's a family of Turks who have lived in the car under the tarpaulin for the last 2 and a half years, a morgue run by Orthodox Jews. Of the obstinate achiever living at number twenty-four minus one; a crack appears in his sobriety, spewing forth rampant meanderings. The drug dealers who live in the terraces, customers crying illegible names in frenzied with drawl. There's the Guy from New York, he lives with the guy from Berlin, and the guy from Berlin is selling a van, and the guy from New York is selling his instruments, no one is interested in either of them, of their goods, or of themselves, they move on, having merely met a single soul in all of two seasons. Daytime in this street is alive with the discordant chorus of car engines being tuned by the minions of our own resident shamanic mechanic.

“And once again all attempts to remain consciously anonymous cannot thwart ones sub conscious desire to be the centre of attention”

They lounged around the large comfortable furniture this late winter afternoon with the dying sun and shadows spat against a soundscape of stressed diesel engines. They contemplated a threesome back at their two bed at thirty-two Fairfax road.

He said:

“He subconsciously orchestrated his own future that it would reflect his fears. He tempted fate, it obliged him. A city and an age of one phrase”

She said:

“Eves come in groups of four with little or no warning. They act individually although they leave an impression of being psychologically ravaged by a crowd. They appear in the Christian New Year, in the cold, at the end of periods of sterility and solitude, of the four one of them steals the heart, which she wears around her neck”

On the street:

“At night the chimney pots mutate into grim reapers, television aerials their scythes, blood soaked rags flapping in the wind. A wooden doll of many limbs circumnavigating flicker in neither anti or clockwise motion, below a stream of clouds a carbon slick, suspended by spiders webs, speckled with meteor showers; given life by light pollution”

He Said:

“Not long now before the golden staircase that leads up to the green doors and the serendipitous theatre. It is dangerous to awake within close vicinity of the theatre without self-motivation. But to accept that the presence of the theatre, it's sights, it's sounds and it's inhabitants will not relent. A cluster of creative industries clutter around, surrounding the theatre and feeding its regular deluge of contributors, spectators and casualties. A previous tenant/performer/collaborator says of the theatre:

A large black superconducting disk was cooled with liquid nitrogen. When the disk went into the superconducting state it expelled a magnetic field. This is called perfect diamagnetism. If you placed the magnet above the disk when it was superconducting then it levitated. This is known as the Meissner effect.

She began her story:

“There was no need to swear, she knew this because it was an inside Job. She thought about the timelessness of Candles, and talked about the art of loading. Last of the ragwort, a few common toadflax, no sign of the Michaelmas for a fortnight...The blue flame danced whilst the entourage all relaxed in the domain of the Owl and Lamp”

Eve, and Smith, and Weston Kissing in a tree

S. H. O. O. T. M. E.

She said

“Tin Foil Hat and One Time Pad met twixt Crab Apple and Wych Elm, amongst foxglove and colombine and danced to the march of the 10th Regiment of Foot”

To which he responded

“What then if redemption and enlightenment are achievable through ubiquity as opposed to Linearity? What are the implications when applied to time, form, sound and light?”

Then she said

“We left him to deal with the minutiae. And he did deal with it well.

We recognized his passion and potential, a passion that needed to be stifled should it overshadow ones own conquests. That said, we began to forget what he had said to us only on occasion regurgitate as our own wise words. Little tricks like holding back discussions on more important issues until he was pre occupied with one of several accomplices brought in to seduce and intoxicate curious minds”

Then she said

“Unlike the tale of the ugly duckling, there is no redemption as yet to this pitiful state of affairs

What was it? Was he a stranger?

It felt inescapable, and yet it was just a feeling? How so? How strange?

It was essential he find out how to pronounce fin de siecle for he had guests this evening”

The she said

“And then he did turn my love into a rose tied to a Beleisha Beacon

Unrepentant he turned to me and revealed the Apparatus required to create a Star in my Kitchen; thus:

Super Conductor

Electromagnet

Nitro Glycerin

Safety Glasses

An Amen Loop

Copy of the Gilgamesh

Fire Extinguisher

By Claire Benevich

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