"AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD?" ~ By Absolutely*Kate ... RAT PACK REVUE or POV?

"AIN'T THAT A

  KICK IN THE HEAD?"

By ~ Absolutely*Kate

(from the case files of Detective Nelle Callahan)

The storm lashed tree branches and grim reminders against the only pane of glass left in the decrepit house that kept his bad form in my glad vision, yet just out of reach; my angers in check. "Check Mate," I whispered in steely return to the jaunty jut of Brazill's jugular as that Palooka whistled his happy polka tune the night he cold bloodedly buried Harry and topped the grave situation with that gaudy hussy he'd passed off for years as a louse of a spouse.

Yes, oh yes, always fear the one who knows where the bodies are buried, the one who watched your jaded climb to noirish fame, killing off hard-boiled colleagues when their pen scratched all the right itches the crime critics were gunning their 44's for. Hey meteoric metaphor man, this tune's for you ~ can you hear the music play? 

It was easier than pay dirt collecting for the thrill of the kill of the Brazill hit, releasing Dean's song from the iPod app in Harry's hip pocket -- I just knew he'd lean in to listen -- it was Dino after all.

T O   B E   C O N T I N U E D  ?

© 2011,  Author Absolutely*Kate

for the re-grin of Godfather Rob

on the shadowy side of the streets of 6-City,

now playing AT THE BIJOU

PHOTO CREDIT at the window ~ talents of Julija

THE DAMP FEDORA  . . . on my mahogany desk

The swift retalitory dash of this perspective piece 

was issued on the 'hit' parade faster than Paul D Brazill

can utter 'shot in the dark' . . . But hark! Along that spark,

if you check how Paul and Harry tussled in the mud over at Rob's hangout, you'll know ~

the jig's not up. 

Not by a -- long shot.

Expect . . . 

. . . Well, that would certainly ruin the suspense if I told you . . . 

I'm Nelle, Nelle Callahan, gal gumshoe of guts and gumption

and they came to me to crack this case . . .

Pardon me. I hear a hurried "Harrrumph" at my door.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

RAT PACK SHOWS 

PLAYING AT THE BIJOU

         

RATPACKREVUE

Tuesdays.

Thursdays.

Sunday Matinees too.

Be there or be square.

RATPACKREVUE 

AT THE BIJOU

Always swell to see you here.

~ Absolutely*Kate,

and our swanky staff of renown

THE PACK DON'T WANT YA TO MISS A SHOW:

Sinatra: "If power doesn't mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love, then you haven't really got any."

Opening Night: "RAT PACK REVUE TO YOU"

RAT PACK REVUE: ROBERT J RANDISI TAKES THE STAGE

RAT PACK REVUE: "How Did All These People Get Into My Room?"  By Robert J Randisi, working the lounge before he hits the main room

RAT PACK REVUE: "Ain't That A Kick In The Head"  By Robert J Randisi, paying homage to Ocean's 11, the original . . . for all the right reasons   

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "Who's Got The Action"  By Kevin Michaels, knowin' more than the night club scene  

RAT PACK REVUE:  "STAR"  By Julie Morgan,  hitchin' TinselTown to a dick's star

RAT PACK REVUE:  "OH SOUL O'MIO"  By Absolutely*Kate,  mirroring where scars shine bright

RAT PACK REVUE:  "Divorce Your Loved One With Dignity"  By Anthony Venutolo,  oozing atmosphere, over the border

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime"  By Paul D Brazill, giving Dino a whole new swan song  
 

RAT PACK REVUE:  "THE GREAT AMERICAN SAILING HERO"  By Absolutely*Kate, scuttling the way the tides roll in  

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "DON'S DILEMMA"  By Eric Beetner, definitely digging deeper . . .   

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "BUNG HO!"  By Sean Patrick Reardon, hosting a classic party? 

 
RAT PACK REVUE:  "YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE"  By Matt Hilton, giving Author's Intrusion a whole new Big Bopper   

 

RATPACKREVUE 

  

~ ON OUR SWANKY STAGE ~

BIJOU AUTHORS ~  ERIC BEETNER ~ PAUL BRAZILL ~ KEVIN MICHAELS ~ ANTHONY VENUTOLO ~ and ABSOLUTELY*KATE plus a new sailor in town

BIJOU DEBUT ~ JULIE (LEWTHWAITE) MORGAN ~ SEAN PATRICK REARDON plus a special guest appearance by MATT HILTON

PLUS STAGE AFTER PAGE AGAIN ~ OUR HEADLINER ~

STARRING IN AUTHORS-TO-AUTHOR INTERVIEWS, 

MORE OF RAT PACK MYSTERY AUTHOR ROBERT J RANDISI

WITH A RAT PACK INTERVIEW AND FINALE OF AN RJR ~ AT THE BIJOU

~ ~ ~ ~

STAY TUNED. 

You're nobody til somebody love you,

and we love you AT THE BIJOU.

DIG IT.

~ ~ ~ ~

*SHIMMER*SHIMMER* ~ By Absolutely*Kate . . . EarthDay's #FlashFiction delight

*SHIMMER*SHIMMER*

By ~ Absolutely*Kate 

Staying under the radar has always been very beneficial to me. Life-enhancing, actually. You see, sometimes you see me, and sometimes you don't. But they say I'm a delight, and do I put on a nightly show! My reviews are seen as a single sensation as well as a crowd pleasing ovation. That lauded director Billy Shakespeare lined me up of course, in his chorus of A Midsummer's Night Dream. What a scene, that theme. I'd like to think I shed my measure of bewitching light on the enchantment the great bard did bestow. I pitched my best stuff high. At times I pitched it low.

Do you remember the scene when Lysander speaks out to Hermia about the careful fragility of happiness?

~ "So quick bright things come to confusion". ~

Well, I was there.

And there were kindred others with me. Oh there were. Dashing, we were. Do you recall when the folks sitting in the audience thought Theseus was extolling the ineptitudes of actors?

~ "The best in this kind are but shadows, 

and the worst are no worse,

if Imagination amend them." ~

Hah! What quickery, that trickery, for surely such verse could do no worse than herald the heights of our stunning arrival. Heavens to Murgatroyd! Stage Left was quite right.

"Not for thy fairy kingdom . . . "  - WS

It was easy to get to the top when Bottom brayed a song awakening. Though tis remarked many could not hear my diminutive voice, I was the first choice to duet with Titania's, and rise all the higher in the softness of the promise of the night ~

~ "What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?" ~ 

Twas roses and larkspur actually, one of the nocturnal return engagements I'm most enamored of. And in my profession, there's many a place I have bedded down. I assure you ~

~ "I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine." ~

I remember sipping nectar, up at the Globe, buzzing those lines into Billy boy's lobe. Tis an ear I hold dear. Enlightened, the scribe did hear and took at once plume to feather weathered parchment. He quilled it still, did that Bill, and brushstroked a word-painting as delectable a place as heaven for Titania's bower. An awakening -- how he had Oberon describe that sleep. Amazing what a teensy buzz of the right inflection glistens on in stage direction, eh?

Yes, yes, round, round get around, I get around. While the actors were milling mead and mulling lines, Puck stage-whispered, "Whither wander you?".

Well gents and madames, Ol'Shakes tucked my Puck reply right into his moving script. I can assure you I told him all. Nay, I'm no nondescript ~

~  "Over hill, over dale,  

Through bush, through brier,

Over park, over pale,

Through flood, through fire,

  I do wander everywhere."  ~

"I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell." -WS

But hark my spark! Hermia and Lysander are not the only lovers true who have troubles their due. Take that couple in the gondola over there. Can you hear the sinewy oarsman? Listen close, mind you. 
Is he supposing or proposing?

~  "The course of true love never did run smooth." ~

What a rude remark. Personally, I'd bug out if insect repellent rued my day. I dare say a love true can travel more in a day than mundane lifetimes have to say.

What's that? What bade you wonder how quickly true love can be trifled with, then be destroyed? Ahh, but of course -- you were following the course Bard William made your mind take flight. He's brilliant that way. But I know and now you know he was really musing my way ~

~ "Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;

Brief as the lightning in the collied night." ~

That is I.

The magical lightning bug,

the fanciful firefly.

Good dames and Good fellows,

~ "I am that merry wanderer of the night." ~

"Thou art translated . . . "  - WS

And good midsummer night,
past your springtime of delight.

May you sleep, perchance to dream.

( Shhh, don't let Billy boy hear that one. )

*SHIMMER*SHIMMER*

~ YON CURTAIN CLOSES ~ 

©2011 ~ Author Absolutely*Kate

first flickering ~ AT THE BIJOU

SHIMMERING PHOTOS, IN SKILLFUL SEQUENCE ~  

Patrick Hoesly, JpegJedi, Polkabike, Oya, Bagabal and Kazarelth

Jovial gents and jaded ladies, 

"When in that moment so it came to pass." -WS

This piece took actual birth prior to Earth Day as the April Fooling around Tony the Noland did in his extollin' over the finery of a Friday Flash Fiction's dare. As life is simile to stage, and we but actors on it, miscues happen. Such is life's rescheduling swirlcomestance in sickness and in stealth. I bid you watch for the creeping up of a heart-tendering classic from that lauded author/publisher across the pond Australia's way ~ the stunning Ms Jodi Cleghorn. Mine is prelude, to flicker the kliegs, to valiantly dart forth the spots.

(Our prompt from the doling Noland was ~ "insect repellant".)

We'll call you 'round when that curtain heralding Act 2 rises,

but for now, seemed seasonally fitting my fireflies did their flitting ~

* PYSANKY *

Happy Easter, 

Happy Spring,

 Happy EarthyDay

of every living thing!

Get Swell Wishes to good egg, Jodi

and heart/spirit of Franny, my Mom

Appreciation and aplomb

to Tony and ideas which bring colleagues

ever to good light

~ Absolutely*Kate

and our swanky staff of renown

AT THE BIJOU

Theatre for the lively Mind ~ where Writers' raves are Readers' faves