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Offline Mojave

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Manhattan Blues
« on: December 24, 2011, 11:31 PM »
Essard Charles boxing before a standing room only audience at the Garden,

your green sundress blood spattered at ring side by a left hook worth fifty grand.


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The morgue clerk pulled her husband from the deep freeze. 

Funny, she thought, how all mob guys look a like naked on a slab. 

In the hallway with typewriters clicking from obscure offices, she saw her own reflection in the double doors.  She began to cry, red lips and a telephone girl hat crooked on her coiled hair, funny she thought, mob girls over 40 all look the same. 

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The rain turned to dirty snow.  In his unheated walk-up it was as close to Christmas as he was going to get that year.

Cold water, walk-up flats are well known in New York, like single men moving across Amsterdam Ave. toward package stores of the lower Village.

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Under the pizzeria's rice paper moon he read the New York Times cover to cover.   He pushed his hat far back on his head, a beer sign gave his skin a ghostly tint, his oversize revolver hidden under the sport�s section.


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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #1 on: January 02, 2012, 12:20 PM »
B, these vignettes are nice. If it were me I would combine the last 3 posts under a single title, something like Three Nights of Dream (or of that ilk), then subtitle the dreams, the current titles being good.  In this one, Ezzard and in L3 alike. Somber tones and good words.

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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #2 on: January 02, 2012, 05:41 PM »
film noir tang.
quite exciting, but I would prefer non-narrative (shorter) line breaks.
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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #3 on: January 03, 2012, 12:22 AM »
DS---

thanks for the suggestions.  i'm feeing my way with these short stories.

just now they are organized by things like geography (new york), illness (electric shock), college life (my first year at yale) and male / female interactions.

feeling my way.  will experiment with your suggestions.



Shoes---

interesting idea.  let me play and get back to you.


thanks to you both for taking on this new (flash fiction) form.


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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #4 on: February 02, 2012, 05:07 PM »
M, a wonderful read. My only suggestion is that end maybe

"beneath" the sports section. Not sure why that came to mind.

I loved the poem. Sounded like a 40's film come to life.

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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #5 on: February 03, 2012, 02:19 PM »
Poet, What about line breaks akin to these:


Essard Charles boxing before a standing room only audience at the Garden,
her green sundress blood spattered at ring side by a left hook worth fifty grand.


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The morgue clerk pulled her husband from the deep freeze. 
Funny, she thought, how all mob guys look alike naked on a slab. 

In the hallway with typewriters clicking from obscure offices, she saw her own reflection in the double doors.  She began to cry, red lips and a telephone girl hat tilted on her coiled hair, funny she thought, mob girls over 40 all look the same. 

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The rain turned to dirty snow.  In his unheated walk-up, it was as close to Christmas as he was going to get that year.
Cold water, walk-up flats are well known in New York,
like single men moving across Amsterdam Ave. toward package stores of the lower Village.

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Under the pizzeria's rice paper moon he read the New York Times cover to cover.  He pushed his hat far back on his head.
A  beer sign gave his skin a ghostly tint, his oversize revolver hidden under the sport's section.

* I would like to know the dominant colour of the Beer Sign.
I used to have the perfect image to match this.
It really thrums with a Film Noir Vibe.

stylish and sweet, Monsieur Henri.
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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #6 on: February 04, 2012, 06:22 PM »
mojave,

In for a penny, in for a pound.  So, I'm going to pound you.  If you're going to use punctuation to govern syntax and grammar, then you deserve to know how to use it properly.

1.  It is spelled, "Ezzard" Charles.

2.  Commas in compound sentences are used to set up an attendant circumstance.  The author has the right to determine which is the more important feature of that sentence.  He does this by establishing the circumstancial aspect through the use of a participle which leads the circumstantial clause.  In addition, key aspects of a given idea need to remain close to that idea.  Consider, "Boxing at the Garden before a standing room only audience, / Ezzard Charles splattered blood on your green sundress, with a left hook worth fifty grand."  If it were me, I'd break after "sundress," and let the left hook own its own line.

3.    Consider that setting up the second set in a similar fashion gives it a bit more life.  Rather than two sentences, work for the circumstantial clause effect.  Consider, "As she pulled her husband from the deep freeze, / the morgue clerk thought, / "Funny, how all mob guys look alike / (no space between 'a' and 'like') lying naked on a slap."  Certainly, you are describing past experience, but you are allowed to make it live in the present.  Oh, and, as with the above set, that space between does absolutely nothing to enhance the presentation.

3.  The third set demonstrates why punctuation marks are our friends.  Read as it is currently presented, the set raises this question.  Are the typewriters in the hallway?  If the offices are obscure, why is it that they lack clarity?  How is a door able to reflect an image?  Are the red lips also crooked on her coiled hair?  Is there a second party noticing the crying woman?  Consider, "With typewriters clicking behind the walls, / she stood in the office hallway, / observing her reflection in the glass of the  double doors. / Red lips pouting back at her, / a telephone-girl hat crooked on her coiled hair, / crying, she thought, / "Funny, / how mob girls over forty (never used the ordinal - it tempts the reader to read, "four-zero," not forty) all look the same."

4.  Rain doesn't turn to dirty snow.  It turns to sleet, or to white snow.  Once it falls, it is the carbon blown off by cars or the asphalt racked into it by ploughs that make the snow dirty.  In addition, you don't tell the reader what is as close to Christmas as the unidentified he is going to get.  Certainly, one can assume the presence of dirty snow.  However, you haven't connected the "he" to the snow.  You have not shown us that he is noting it.  Less is not more in setting a scene.  Consider, "Staring out the window of / his unheated walk-up, / watching the fallen snow turning dirty from auto exhaust / he thought, / "This is as close to Christmas as I'll get this year."   Consider that by offsetting the thoughts in quotes, you tie the short stories together.

5.  For my money, you can drop this set, "Cold water, walk-up flats are well known in New York, like single men moving across Amsterdam Ave. toward package stores of the lower Village," altogether.  It is a distraction, and an expansion on the flat, rather than the man occupying it.  But if you leave it in, spell out "avenue", because, as with numbers, people read what they see, not what you want them to say.  If you keep it in, you have to give it a character who is thinking of something, or, as in the last set, about to do something.

6.  Here, again, linking up key phrases and repositioning them, sets up that which is circumstantial to that which is primary. That is where commas come in handy.  Consider, "Under the pizzaria's rice paper moon, he reads the New York Times, (Cover to cover is a distraction; all we need to know is that he is reading it.)  A beer sign's glow gives his skin a ghostly tint.  / Waiting for the mark, he pushes his hat far back on his head, his gat hidden under the sport's section."   If you're going for a noir impact, oversize revolver won't cut it.  If you are trying to keep it a bit more up to date, use "Glock", instead of gat.

If you want to take your reader back to the past, the best idea is to set that image in present tense.

Got to run.

Good ideas.  Keep writing.

Bill


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Re: Manhattan Blues
« Reply #7 on: February 13, 2012, 04:31 AM »
Kay---

gee, thanks for taking a look at this flash poetry---or what shall we call it?  yes, made the change you suggested.

thanks again.


Shoes---

i like your recommendation.  i have begun the edit you recommend.  you can see my partial response below as i add in bill's comments.

big time thanks for stopping back and thinking in such detail.  the pom and i appreciate it very much. 


Bill---

Wow!  i couldn't find better editing if i had searched out someone at a publishing house.  saying thanks, seems inadequate.

made many of the changes you recommend.

(alas, no "gat" and no modern "glock."  i think those two words belong to an era not intended by my flash fiction.) no pouting lips---almost anything else can pout, but not something as predictable as lips.  nes pas?  the killer (hemingway's title) at the pizza joint, i liked his quiet menace---a reader of the NY times and a killer.  is he waiting for a mark, a victim he is contracted to murder?  the reader does not know for sure.)

thanks again.  here is the new version reflecting what i have adopted so far:

 
Ezzard Charles boxing
before a standing room only audience
at the Garden,

your green sundress
blood spattered at ring side by a left hook
worth fifty grand.


---

The morgue clerk pulled her husband
from the deep freeze. 

Funny, he thought, how all mob guys
look alike naked on a slab. 

Later, in the hallway with the sound
of typewriters clicking from obscure offices,
she saw her own reflection in the glass doors. 
Her red lips.  Her telephone girl hat crooked
on her coiled hair.
                                                   
Funny, she thought, mob girls over forty
all look the same. 

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The rain turned to snow
as the Linten season opened.

He moved along Amsterdam Avenue
toward the package stores
of the lower Village.

It was as close to Christmas
as he was going to get that year.

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Under the pizzaria's rice paper moon he read
the New York Times. He pushed his hat far back
on his head and a beer sign gave his skin
a ghostly tint. His oversize revolver hidden
under the sports section.





still working through your comprehensive review. I have other groups of stories reflecting other subjects, but there is a tone and format i am attempting to replicate.

i want a sense of a camera panning across Manhatttan, the intense scenes (i hope) relating to each other vaguely in terms of tone, format, and narrative force---always the sweet balanced off against the not so sweet.  the overarching connection, Manhattan itself.

in another series, the overarcing connection is a young man in his first year at college.

in another, a narrator relates brief memory snapshots of his first love, ending with him visiting her in hospital after shock treatments.

yeah, like that.


 
bernie




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