This is so good! The fast-paced flow does exactly what you intended and fills me with brief but strong sensations of a dancing rush, blood to my head, loud music and sensory bombardment. Even if every sentence is read quickly then forgotten, I still noticed a bunch of great descriptions that made this a really enjoyable read. Great work, blue.
putting this comment in, if ya dont mind
I didn't care too much for the format, as the busy wording in such a dense block makes it kind of hard to read, but I liked the content over all
Love the way the structure of the prose here captures the hectic mood. Can I ask though, what's the meaning of "alloman"? I assume it's some kind of dance terminology, but I'm not finding it in any dictionaries.
An alloman is where two people clasp hands and walk around in a circle with the meeting of the hands as a pivot point. great question! Thinking on it now, I am almost certainly committing a grave misspelling, as I have only heard it announced by our callers over string music and through the sound of a hundred or so people stepping.
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
Thanks for the info, from what I'm finding with that as a reference point it looks like the "proper" spelling is "allemande".
Thank you for hunting this down; fantastic Googling skills. I will make those edits now!
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
Idk something about this one just didn't do it for me, not enough for a downvote mind you I can recognize it's pretty good, but I just get lost in the words and it wasn't a feeling that felt directed. Idk it's weird I might come back and change my mind but for now novote
God, what did I even read. Not too big a fan of the way it's constructed, but this read really, really… Messy? I mean that positively: I really cannot tell if this is really about dancing or is some sort of metaphor. It's just really raw and visceral in a way to complements the dancing terminology really well.
Easy +1~
Agreed on all counts. The formatting is a bit dense but I understand the artistic decision behind it, and I respect it. It has a mad frenetic energy to it all that I can really appreciate — you're very good at describing the mechanical actions of everyday things in a way that tickles just the right part of the brainstem.
Fucking raw. Passion flowing through 5he text. The dance will never end. Your knees will implode.
Death is the one escape.
Or perhaps it's just about flowers.
Dandelion soup, made with the incorrect spices, delicious nonetheless.
I watch the yonder hills
See foodwrenches toil in dust
Let their cacophonous calls
Rend our bodies to rust