Left her luvver on the shore Gist another rawboned boy With his heartbroke in his hand. For she has bigger fish to fry The wide whiled whurld awaits– Corinne is sure there’s more to life Than brats & bills & doily lace. Sez she, “This plot is one mad carom Harum scarum slick as snot We’re wearing highheeled banana peels Got no time for Dr.
The language is wonderfully unruly, but beneath all the swagger and wordplay there’s real tenderness in the voice of the one left behind. Corinna feels less like someone escaping a town than someone refusing to become still. “So long as the dance never stops” was the line that stayed with me.
The language is wonderfully unruly, but beneath all the swagger and wordplay there’s real tenderness in the voice of the one left behind. Corinna feels less like someone escaping a town than someone refusing to become still. “So long as the dance never stops” was the line that stayed with me.
Yes, motion is key
Lovely jubbly
I’m guessing you were someone’s manic pixie at some point
I have no idea! 😂 but I do know we all have a version of this story, sometimes more than one 🥰🖤
Love this! "Tis better to have luvved & lost / A devilish dervish such as she / Than any steadfast Sallysue / Who knows exactly what to do–" <3
“I’m a crooked politician
Cuz I change so much my face.” Golly!
great fun..the music of the words.
It don’t mean a thing if the wordage don’t sing
"Corinna careens to a corkscrew tattoo
She pirouettes the bleeding edge
Where there be monsters
All hope is abandoned
Except the circumference that radiant reeling
Still insists the song is forever
So long as the dance never stops."
-- Best place to keep a radiance lost -- in Mnemosyne's tanning parlor.
Or else the Brazen Head