Archive for Future

The Royal Nothing

Posted in Fiction, Poem with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 26, 2016 by Rathan Krueger

The court is dead
It lies to itself as well as us
Says that it is merely dying
Few things are as pathetic
As unaccepting corpses
The court is dead
And we accept its lies

Yearning is childish fancy
A wish is a desolate prayer to illusion
Hopes are for the broken
While you sleep, dreams are the poison-drip into your ear

Orgies swirl in the town square of abberation
For there is comfort in letting go
Of all responsibility to the future
And laying blame on The Other

“Their fault, never mine. Never mind”

As an outlier, I only hear the moans
Catch the scent on the wind
I have wanted neither to glimpse or participate
Yet that does not mean
The bacchanalia has no sway

I have my distractions
Staying me from my rusted crown
Though I approach it head held high
My eyes are my great betrayer
Yet I need them, lest I walk in bigger circles

Trinkets my almost-kingdom could afford by the moundful
I desperately clamor for enough to barely fit in my palm
A junkie to its fix
Out of space, out of taste
Ardor that will flow like the treacherous hurricane
I look for in swamps
The drought-stricken lovefool
In an unworthy place for either them or their intended

They aren’t enough to destroy me
But they do make the crowned road longer
And corrosion loves time
Still, one could wipe the grime away
If they quicken their pace
Or, let the deceitful, rotting court
Take it all, kingdom and square

Varnish or vanish
Such is life

il_570xn-447978074_6834

Daily Dialogue: Gossip in the Loft

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 13, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Izzie
Wow, she’s pregnant. I can’t see her with a kid. Fuck, I can’t see her fucking.

Melody
I know, right? I can’t see her kissing anyone.

Izzie
I saw it once.

Melody
What? Really? What was that like?

Izzie
Weird. Really, really weird. I was meeting her and her fella somewhere and– There was tongue.

Melody
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! I mean, she’s a pretty girl.

Izzie
Yeah.

Melody
And she has every right to act like a woman.

Izzie
Of course.

Melody
It’s just…

Izzie
Weird.

Melody
Really weird.

Izzie
Fucking weird. Wow. Pregnant.

Melody
I almost wanna be in the room when she has the baby.

Izzie
To see if she really has girl bits? Me too.

Melody
We’re being too mean.

Izzie
I don’t think I’m being mean.

Melody
We’re kinda being mean, what were we talking about?

Izzie
Nothing, really. We were just catching up while I paint my daisy.

Melody
Oh yeah. I still find it interesting that you paint those.

Izzie
They’re for me now.

Melody
Because no one buys them anymore?

Izzie
Yes and no. All of my paintings are for me and I love each one that I do. If no one bought them, I’d still paint. No one wanting the daisies means that they’re just for me, and I don’t mind being selfish with my art.

Melody
I think the daisies catch people off-guard, and that’s why they don’t sell.

Izzie
Why, because I usually paint murder tableaus?

Melody
Yeah, maybe. The grand guignol crowd tends to not also fawn over flora. At least, not the innocent kind.

Izzie
Excuse me for having variety.

Melody
Hey, aim your darts at someone else. I like the daisies. Maybe they’d sell if you surrounded them with corpses or flayed flesh?

Izzie
No, daisies stay alone. I do like the idea of flowers and flayed flesh, though. Maybe buttercups.

Melody
Why not daisies?

Izzie
Because I’m not into crowd-pleasing so much, and I have a particular idea for daisies.

Melody
Aren’t artists into gratification? Or glorification?

Izzie
Artists are supposed to give people what they need, not what they want. If people got what they wanted, art would become stagnant. With the murder tableaus, it’s a coinkidink that wants and needs mesh.

Melody
Why?

Izzie
Do you like taking cough syrup?

Melody
Like a working girl giving free blowjobs.

Izzie
Do you like washing up?

Melody
Long showers are the best.

Izzie
Coinkidink.

Melody
Do you wanna be famous?

Izzie
I want my work to last at least as long and humans survive.

Melody
Then you wanna be famous.

Izzie
I guess so.

Melody
What about fans? Well, of course you want fans, why else would you put your art out there?

Izzie
I don’t think I want fans.

Melody
Bull-lollipopping-shit.

Izzie
What?

Melody
If you don’t have fans, you don’t survive.

Izzie
If I don’t have money, I don’t survive.

Melody
Then you do it for the money?

Izzie
Fuck no. I do it because I love it. Doing it takes up a lot of my time. If something’s taking up so much of my time that I can’t get a “normal” job, then I have to make money from it. To make money from it, I have to put it out there. Putting it out there, I get fans. So I don’t do it for fandom, but I enjoy having them.

Melody
Do you want a lot or a little?

Izzie
I want enough. Whatever amount matches the effort I put into things.

Melody
You seem pretty effortless, though.

Izzie
To you, maybe.

Melody
I’ve seen you blaze through paintings. I’m sure more people than me would consider that lacking effort.

Izzie
Just because I’m able to work faster than most people doesn’t mean that I lack anything except mind blocks.

Melody
And hand cramps.

Izzie
Heh, I get those like everyone else.

Melody
But let’s be real: you wouldn’t mind being queen.

Izzie
Queen of what?

Melody
Of the art world.

Izzie
I want to be the best. If that means “queen,” I’ll take it. But I don’t want to be the next “insert artist here.” I’d rather be the first. Being the only would be even better.

Melody
The only? Is there room for such originality these days?

Izzie
I’ll make room. The heir apparent to a fated kingdom.

Melody
Fated?

Izzie
In that it hasn’t been built yet, but the land is cleared.

Melody
You’re an oracle as well as an artist now?

Izzie
Dunno. I’m not sure if the future exists.

Melody
Rather dystopic of you.

Izzie
I didn’t mean it in the “…fuck, we’re doomed!” sense. I meant that there’s no way we can prove that the future exists.

Melody
What? Sure, we can.

Izzie
How?

Melody
We have calendars, dummy. And can make plans.

Izzie
But all that happens in the present. There’s no way that we can SEE the future in any sort of way like we can for the now or past.

Melody
Is this the sort of thing you think of when you paint?

Izzie
More like when I comb my hair.

Melody
You do have a lot of it, so I can see why you can waste time like that.

Izzie
Shaving armpits is a waste of time.

Melody
Eww, no. I’m not having this conversation with you.

Izzie
But you’d save yourself so much grief if you–

Melody
Not. Having. This. Convo. Wait, you shave your legs.

Izzie
Yeah, because I’m not a savage.