EntropySink
Entertainment & Artistry => Words => Topic started by: stealth on February 22, 2008, 10:25:55 AM
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1:21 Am.
Billie Holiday.
A scotch in hand.
A dim light in the far corner of the room.
Arms and legs outstretched.
On the back.
Head up in the ceiling.
Billie Holiday.
A scotch in hand.
A dim light in the far corner of the room.
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I like it stealth. What made you write it?
Pretty tragic ending and life she led - died pretty young too - I like the title ;)
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It was Friday night, end of a long week. Basically it's just a description of what I was doing and where I was - lying down, drinking Johnnie Red and listening to Billie playing softly on the stereo. I didn't so much write it as it just came out of my mouth while lying down in the early hours of the morning, so I jumped up and wrote it down here so I wouldn't forget it.
And yeah, the title's in reference to the age she was when she died :)
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I read it differently: I thought it was her after a night in some gloomy bar after a performance - getting drunk.
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I read it differently: I thought it was her after a night in some gloomy bar after a performance - getting drunk.
Hmmm..I never thought of it like that, but like I said, that's a first draft, pretty much an instantaneous thing that came out. Your interpretation sounds better to me than my explanation of its genesis.
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I will never understand the interest behind writings like this... and I think that's ok.