"Fuck Bjork", Maja's sayin, and a fella all felled around the What The Fuck's.
"People think we're all like that. Dippy pixie bastards. We're so not."
Maja, she's also Icelandic, y'unnerstann, came to Northern Ireland for reasons of the study, and sat here now with myself and Sir Fleming in a terribly chic drink-hole by the sea. "Fuck Bjork" she says again, notebook on the seat beside her all throbbin' with kaleidoscopic verse an' opium prose.
Maja, she gets off with that kinda banter on account of she's amazing and swears better than anyone I know, but still, I can stand not one more word against mine love, mine dearest Bjork, for whom God spat fire into mountains just so as she could sample the bubbling and hissing and spitting. Not a syllable more can I tolerate, and so conversation tossed in the direction o' a lass set to arrive in the shortly-times, lass I ended up gettin' hella very fond of in the course o' the last few days.
"So tell me", Sir Fleming's sayin', "The blazes is goin' on there, anyroad?"
What's goin' on, I tell him, is that me and yonder lassie, lass by the name of Carole, we done got to talkin' in the university buildings few eves past. I told her I was thinking of heading off for to live in the third verse of "Possibly Maybe", she said she was planning on setting up shop in the second act of A Streetcar Named Desire. I told her I was in a mind-funk and couldn't get a sentence to flow for love nor money, she said she'd been up all night writing a poem about Mother Ireland. I told her she should know I didn't drink, she told me I should know that she does.
I'd seen her about, y'unnerstann, and we'd flung a banter at other before now, but never proper conversation.
Those conversations, ever more intimate they got, and all the more frequent, 'till it was txt messages in the mornin' all about "Good mornin" and txt messages at night all about "Good night" and txt messages when I was listening to Debut all about "I'm listening to Debut".
Soon enough, a mutual friend, he got to asking me, "Tell me now", said he, "What's the deal with you and Carole?"
What the deal is, I explained, is that I think I dig her somethin' savage. She makes me laugh, I said, and also, the eyes, y'unnerstann, what beautiful melodies swim back those eyes? What sonnets all flare in the white?
Article comments
1 - Mat Brewster
Welcome back, Duke.
2 - Mark Saleski
i just KNEW there was a good reason ta get out of bed this morning!
3 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
good to be back, fellas. thank you. my, this is hella much longer than it looked in microsoft word...
4 - Aaron Fleming
Hurrah! What a tale!
And I must recount that simultaneously to the Duke's magical moment I was standing in a chinese take-out with an Icelandic gentleman placed in front of me at an extremely close proximity. "Fucking move!" I yelled in my head, but it was futile. Alas...
5 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
hah, sir fleming, thank you, and i see potential for a Rashomon style version. "what happened was this..." "no, what happened was THIS!"
what was that telly show with Donnie Whalberg that did that, also? the cop number?
6 - Eric Berlin
Anthony Burgess meets James Joyce meets some other literary figure I know not of fuck flung and mind scrambled to 2006 like warped tounge bizarro-genius made real.
Or: I approve !
7 - DJRadiohead
Duke, you are the straw that stirs this place. In other words, we've missed having you around.
Great stuff, as always.
8 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Sirs Berlin and Dj, thank you. it feels hella good to have the scribblin goin on again, i was worried for a week or two, no doubt about that. now i got all sortsa crap fallin out the fingers. funny how these things work out.
9 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
and also, i must thank whoever spotlighted this wee tale. that was highly lovely and all sortsa gorgeous to wake up to.
10 - DJRadiohead
Fits and starts- I have the same thing. Weeks go by and I can't write shite and then I'll pen 4 things and do a podcast in the span of two days.
11 - steven
enjoyed the read. a way of words you have sir, What happens next? will enjoy hearin further mind waxes from you xxooxx
12 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
thank you, Steven. this particular tale ends here. a lovely friendship blossoms. our friends wander off t'wards ever more extravagant colours and shapes. and foo fighters records.
a new mind wax is in the writing, and should surface in the shortly-times, i would hope.
thanks again.
13 - Carole
this Carole chick sounds amazing with the purple whispers and all. What a lovely mind wax dear duke!