# 4
The Jig is up.
"Why are you here?"
"To let some air in."
The Jig is up.
"It's simple, everything
Will be better."
The Jig is up.
"I don't care about me,
Only what could be."
The Jig is up
"And everything
Tastes like licorice."
ref.
http://www.moonstar.com/~acpjr/Blackboard/Common/Stories/WhiteElephants.html
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posted by rel at 3:59 AM
13 Comments:
red licorice or black licorice...it could make all the difference int eh world you know. smiles. there is a simple complexity to this piece. i like it. nice magpie.
Very clever melding of the ivory elephant and the Hemingway, Rel. I like it. A lot!
Deep whimsy!
Hi rel,
Never having read Hemmingway, I think this one's gone over my head. Sorry! I've loved your other stuff but I don't understand this one (my fault for not having read enough!)
I liked the fact you linked us up to the piece you were referring to. I have not read Hemmingway either but you did a good job using this piece.
QMM
It has been soem time since I've read Hemmingway; my son loved his work! Haven't considered Hemmingway for a time now...hmm...
Your intro of licorice to this trinket is interesting. Black & ivory! I liked it a lot!
Very nice. I love that story and your accompanying poem.
Rel:
You never disappoint...
Like Hemingway’s interweaving of setting and symbolism ...
You do the same so very cleverly,each line you write is brief and used to provide the maximum detail.
Your poem is not only intended for the pleasures of reading, but also though provocation. We ( the readers are left to conclude for ourselves -- like Brian Miller pointed out what color is the licorice ?
now I must go and read the hemingway story but first some red licorice--well done!
It's amazing Rel, the way you have taken Hemingway's story to a different level.The story is taut, spare the way Hemingway's stories are. Your piece assumes levity but the repetition brings a lot of sadness of a relationship that's cracking up.
Oh, very nicely done!
(dad is in the hospital, so my apologies for the late time in commenting)
Poor Jig...
My heart ached for her...
Your line: "I don't care about me..."
This is the line of every good mother or mother to be (even a mother elephant, I daresay).
This stratum engages us on a visceral level. I like it a great deal.
Rel: Everything tastes like licorice when the jig is up. Very avante-garde! Hemmingway? Which novel is quoted? I am missing something and I am certain that I have read all of Hemmingways novels. Somethings are best kept in the keys.
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