Katty lanner ulysses12/29/2022 ![]() ![]() ![]() Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes. (From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slim, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. The lights change, glow, fade, gold, rose, violet.)THE PIANOLA Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls, Sweethearts they'd left behind. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms,shrivels, shrinks, his live cape falling about the stool. (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet.) Tout le monde an avant! Révérence! Tout le monde en place! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levinstone's. He places a hand limply on his breastbone, bows and fondles his flower and buttons.)MAGINNI The poetry of motion, art of callisthenics. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a go-et of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar with white kerchief tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. With a deft kick, he sends it spinning to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in. Between the curtains, Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat. Her sleeve, falling from gracing arms, reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Stephen, aiming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to waltz her around the room. Florry and Bella push the table towards the fireplace. Stephen throws his ashplant on the table and seizes Zoe around the waist. (The pianola, with changing lights, plays in waltz time the prelude to My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply.AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. Archives
February 2023
Categories |