SUITCASE TO ISTANBUL . . . By ~ Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33 ... {#Flash Fiction come true}

SUITCASE TO ISTANBUL

~ By Absolutely*Kate

I shall roam narrow streets and the courtyards of mosques and the Grand Bazaar and gaze soft in open awe upon the art of history and the history of art. 

This heaven shall hail from the other side of the world which gave history her venerable start. A different communication shall consume me.

Bosporus ~ ala EricTurner there before me

I shall see ships upon the Bosporus and glide the Sea of Maramara, after traipsing turquoise shores of the Aegean, roaming Roman ruins in ancient Ephesus and the Kingdom of Pergamon. I'll accept the gifts of Troy, genuflect at the Blessed Virgin Mary's later life home and scamper over limestone cliffs before a hot splash in a sulfur spring when my luck becomes Pamukkale.

Temple of Hadrian in Ephesus ala MBell

I shall sip 80-proof Raki for is it not the state drink of this exotic place of wonder and who am I to offend? Which brings me ample reason then, to toast you, dear reader of what my spirit comes here to speak out in humble dance. (AND OH HOW I'LL DANCE!) 

I shall have sensations and laughter and learning with a fellow traveler friend and I will be alluring and touch my beloved's face.

Pamukkale ~ Hierapolis ala BurgundyMT

I am going to Turkey as I write this. I will be in Turkey as most of you read this. 

Upon my return I shall relate to you how came to be THE CURTAIN CALLER of Istanbul who began so veritably long ago, the fame of story tellers ~

Storytellers are you and me knowing all that we taste and sensate becomes new stories to 'tale'. My tales will be of wonders seen, heard, tasted, smelled, touched and sensed within. And I shall ask what is imperative to your senses and sensibilities.

I shall listen quite carefully to sensations and from whence they came and more significantly, where they are going.

Past Turkish writer and international literary award-winner Orhan Pamuk and his heartache of darkness where the blind man can watch snow fall (My Name Is Red), I shall open spirit to hearing the calls of hawkers and the cries of children in the streets. I shall bridge Europe and Asia and the past and the present, and art, culture and history in tempestuous and tender times.

And I shall bring that all back to America in pockets of my new suitcase which will not exceed 50 pounds so help me God. And I know now, this trip shall careen me further . . . in a softer shade of Bold. 

Aegean ala Turkey - MJHarrington

I shall tale you 

after I have seen

magic carpets 

fly.

"Insallah" ~ God willing

"Gule Gule" ~ Goodbye

(for now)

~ Absolutely*Kate

(c) 2010 from a broad abroad, Author Absolutely*Kate

exclusive AT THE BIJOU

The way fate likes to splash, at the simultaneous writing of this piece,

ANTHONY GAVE THIS TO ME!

the illustrious colleague of a wowzer of a WritingMan who knows how to come up the stairs from Bukowski's Basement ~ yes, the one, the only, Anthony Venutolo ~  granted me this most prestigious award. I'm honoured to write and read and glean and grow along with the spiffy, spunky, spectacular and sometimes pretty deep pileup of authors St Jon the Strother keeps congregating out to word'dance action come a Friday's Flash of Fiction. When my suitcase and myself return . . . I shall do Ant proud and pass the torch with flair ... or flare ... but for now, as I take to the air -- I tip my fine fedora (I do have one - Harry B. Sanderford gave it to me and Nelle for my birthday as our 'writing hat'.) to the man who can aptly insert a "rat-a-tat-tat" in the same verbiage as "a Thai hooker working overtime during Uncle Sam's occupaton circa 1944" and "eclectic flash" and "solemn poetry". Humbly Mr V ~ I'm so honoured to know thee and the entourage we seem to share in spirit. F. Scott Fitzgerald woulda pulled a flask outta his best hootch pocket with you anytime. 

Deep Appreci'kation to Anthony, the #Friday Flashers for welcomin' my wading on in and all who take the art of words the farther the further ...

~ Absolutely*Kate,

. . . Believing in Believers . . . 

BLOG*TRIVIA*CHALLENGE ~ How Far Will Your Mind Go?

*AT THE BIJOU*

w o n d e r s

 

HOW WELL WILL YOU GUESS?
The Sunshine*Awards 

Blog~Trivia~Challenge below: 

The SUNSHINE*AWARD Blogs are listed up above.

HOW MANY CAN YOU MATCH UP?

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  Q  U  E  R  I  E  S  ~

match with:

A*K - AVart - AVBuk - BJN - CC - EB - EC - HBS - JVO -

KM - KU - LJD - LSW - PPBV - PPAus - RM - SS - SSW - Z 

( Yes, I know there's extras in there ... but I was on a roll and Bukowski's Basement's
pluckable gem was too precious to leave on the stairs ... 
DO ENJOY THIS MATCH-UP TO TEST YOUR WITS! )

ABOVE ALL ... HAVE FUN!   ~ Absolutely*Kate

  

(( ____ )) #1.  "... a Creamsicle savored later when the sand burns our undersoles."

  

(( ____ )) #2.  Sexy interviewer of sexy vamp writer  . . .

(( ____ )) #3.  "Strolling on the beach with a calm ocean beside her, she spots him stretched out under the bright blue cabana his striped long board abandoned in the sand. Her oversized straw hat shades her eyes from the orange glare of the setting sun as she finishes up a shell-walk that entertains her most days while he rides the coveted waves on the “locals only” surf break."

(( ____ )) #4.  "I commit crimes on paper."

(( ____ )) #5.  "A piece I wrote, Burn Me Farewell, is featured in the March issue of Jeffrey S. Callico's Negative Suck."

(( ____ )) #6.  Blog-talk radio, Kindle and at this writing, 5,365 followers on Twitter . . . the interview hits, they just keep comin' . . . 

(( ____ )) #7.  Not "pompous", rather a "phenomena"

(( ____ )) #8.  "She couldn't think with Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" piping into the break room for the 989th time. How she hated those fucking stripper songs. For three years, she'd been at it -- this dancing thing -- and while she realized she was almost a cliche, the money kept her happy. Or at least happy enough."

(( ____ )) #9.  The inventor of InterNoir, complete with cliffhangers, popcorn and a ship to sail

(( ____ )) #10.  "I see them looking, exchanging glances, almost; one or the other averting the damning gaze that signals their interest. Flush with desire toying with each other; deep profound feelings only for themselves for their needs; wants; lust."

(( ____ )) #11.  A vampire hard to hate / " The following scene isn't really gory, but the inferred references are. Keep an open mind or leave now. Just sayin'."

(( ____ )) #12.  " Like the characters in my stories, I'd really like to move on, see the world, go places. But I'm just like them. Anchored by love, worn down by circumstances and fascinated by how much there really is underneath it all. So I keep writing their stories and tell myself that someday, when I've got this all out of my system, I'll write deep, meaningful literature about... something else. In the meantime, this is a place for the short attention spanned."

(( ____ )) #13.  "Fall came early that year. The edge in the air wasn’t just the cold, raw wind cutting down the street – the unity and collective embrace briefly shared after September 11th had faded. The weight from the smoldering rubble a few blocks south was still heavy as Tommy Gallagher descended into the Church Street Station."

(( ____ )) #14.  " 'What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? . . .' "

(( ____ )) #15.  "All views are welcome. Let's use two wings to soar."

(( ____ )) #16.  "It was down to him now, the last man standing and the only one left looking east on this chilly Saturday morning dawn patrol. "Screw it" he said and set his coffee on the old Rambler's dashboard before grabbing his wetsuit out of the back seat and tugging it right side out."

(( ____ )) #17.  "The first installment of what is to be a serialized novella of my Chaoswind Chronicle fantasy story "Chasing the Wind" is now playing AT THE BIJOU. If you like it be sure to keep going back every Thursday for the new installment, and if you want to see more of the world of Cryl please urge me to start editing (in earnest) the first Chaoswind Chronicle novel, "The Birth of Magic".

(( ____ )) #18.  "I am pondering the possibliity of posting something to my bleak blog. But what can I write? My mind is a muddle of decayed dreams and hopeless hopes. There are a few festering fantasies still fluttering through, and a woeful wish or two, but no intact ideas, no dynamic designs. I must make room for my ruminations! I will clear the clutter, cleanse my cranium! How should I hose it? With a fearless flush? Or a controlled clearing? A wanton winnowing, or a wishy-washing? Am I asking for amnesia, or mustering my muse?"

(( ____ )) #19.  "Writing from the meandering of my mind ..."   

(c) 2010 ~ AT THE BIJOU BLOG*TRIVIA INVESTIGATIVE*QUERIES  

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