The Tinkerbox Clockwork Takes a Quarter Band, the featured back-up band when Wicked and Bat Marty play with the Bat-Girl Burlesque. For such a small and delicate ensemble, it only takes one quarter to make them quite loud and vocal. You can see them play at the Cinder & Ash Cabaret. Just take two lefts at Pearl Street, knock on the silver door, give the password, any password. Your tickets are not needed here, only your imagination. From An Autumn with Isidore.
The day is a Sunday. The placement of the day where things are slowly slipping into night mode. When the sky appears to bleed a little bit like a woman in cycle. You should know, I compare most things to a woman, it’s just my way. I could say it’s because of the way my mother spoke as she raised me, but I think it’s just one of my many habits. And I am a woman of many habits. Like smoking, like finding myself getting vulgar when I talk around men, like the way I sometimes forget myself to a situation while I never forget my manners. I know I’m influenced greatly by my Russian birth and heritage, but I can’t discount my life of travel from place to place, even as a child. As for introductions, Baptista is the name given to myself, not the name given to me. It is the only name you will ever really need know me by. This is a random start to my random story.
It’s evening now, in some hotel where the snow outside is keeping us in, and keeping those already inside from going out. As a result, my room is still being cleaned from the previous occupant, who only ten minutes ago finally decided to brave the weather. As I wait, one of my prized possessions sits next to me, breathing heavy enough I might accuse her of snoring. My frostrós doesn’t snore though.
Most people remember the last moments of the tale of the Fly; the half man, half fly creature born of a failed experiment. The truth is very different though. The original inventor that fell into the unseen pitfalls of his experiment lived in Victorian times and when he gazed upon himself in the mirror he realized just how rude his lass might find his transformation. So he did what any proper gentleman would do: He left a message assuring he loved her and to spare her the curse of his new form he was going to promptly throw himself into a river.
In truth, the Victorian fly packed up a few things and got a very striking hat (so as to draw attention away from his face) and left for Paris where he could hope to blend in with the crowd. He gave up his scientific ways and instead became a respected critic of the arts. He met a nice (though slightly loopy) lass and settled down. They opened their own art gallery, had a few little loopy fly children and kept the company of individuals that were somewhat off like them. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Dibs and Debs had the misfortune of being born Siamese twins. Two identical gals with only two features that were amiss. One, the ridiculously large ear each had on one side of their head. And Two, the other ears that attached the two gals together. Like many individuals in their day with their special issues, the twins found themselves a nice home in a traveling carnival and were surrounded by a protective family of kindred spirits who were a little bit off like them. In this carnival the twins performed their very interesting show that was basically thirty minutes of making of stories for pictures in a photograph album they found somewhere around Kalamazoo.
During the course of their travels a man approached them with the bold claim that he could separate the twins and change their lives forever. He was positive that it was nothing more than a matter of an earlobeotomy. The twins were quite excited about this but were dismayed when their manager, the silver tongued Mr. Hopperhead, convinced them that to do so would mean they would lose their gift of hearing completely. Not being the brightest of Siamese twins, or twins in general, or well… bright in any way, the twins believed him and that was that. From An Autumn with Isidore.
Mr October was one for his books and his classical portraits of the temptations of the feline soul, but he also thought it was important to share his study with his wife’s interests. That is, until the day she discovered two things: One, that she had a remarkable green thumb – and two, that green thumb nurtured pure evil in floral form. Despite surviving the towering Sword Lily that ate the milkman last Tuesday and the heat blasting sunflowers that turned the mailman into cinder and ash just that past Thursday, he was finding of all her flowering brutes it was the snapdragons that enraged him the most. Not because they were particularly tall or quite so malicious in their appetites, but something quite more mundane and nerve racking. The snapdragons sat in various little pots about his study on stacked books, the floor and even the table tops always humming in a strange language that consisted of blowing tongue raspberries and squawking “Meh!” with great disgust at one another. All day, all night… psssbbbsssssttsssss! Meh! Meh! MEH! (This is part of a Halloween series of short stories. You can see the full online feature/collection here.)
|1802. During the course of this year Ludwig van Beethoven will publish his Piano Sonata No. 14 in Vienna and Marie Tussaud will for the first time exhibit her wax sculptures in London. Much is going on in the world and there is beauty and creation all around while at the same time many countries are caught up in wars. Lydia Monroe knows very little about these things. She prefers to be blissfully unaware of what the rest of the world is up to.
Lydia is happy to walk through the field of wild grass behind her parent’s home. It’s a wonderful and unkept place where the wild flowers have colorfully exploded over the land and made it look like nature has painted the scene with its rainbow of brilliant colors. The air smells delicious and fresh. And today there is just a light breeze, enough to blow her hair about and keep her from getting too warm. It is a very nice spring day indeed.
Between this place we see with our eyes and that abstract bit of aether where ghosts are suppose to roam, there is place of darkness and used time. It can be felt when a cold bit of air kisses your neck in the moonlight. It can sometimes be caught for just a sliver of a second when you point your camera into the darkness and let the flash snap… this is true ghost photography. “A glimpse of Victoria” is from my art book Gloomy Sunday.
|1956, February 23rd the woman born Norma Jean Mortenson legally changed her name to Marilyn Monroe and her life, for better or worse, will never be the same again. Just a few months later on June 5th a man set to be just as iconic takes the stage on the Milton Berle Show and scandalizes those looking on with the way he moved his hips. His name was Elvis Presley. Neither a watcher of films or a listener of popular music, Olivia will not take notice of either event. Her mind in squarely focused on the task at hand.|
|1789, there was a great many things taking place during this year so long ago. The United States would elect its first president on February 4th while many months later on July 14th the French Revolution would officially begin with the storming of the fortress of the Bastille. But on this day, May 9th, a strange little man, who didn’t care about either thing, would find himself walking on a lonely path that cut through a very old forest. He wasn’t quite sure why he was walking on this particular path as it wasn’t one he could ever remember taking. Perhaps that was why he had taken it, he reasoned to himself, it was something new. And though the old man was a fierce creature of habit there was just something about that particular day that said to him something new is needed for a change.|
|1910, eyes were pointed towards the sky as Halley’s Comet made its return on April 20th. It won’t be seen again until 1986. Many months later in October Professor Robert Williams Wood will publish the first infrared photographs in the Royal Photographic Society’s journal. However, Caleb Castell cares nothing about what has passed or what is still to come because he is on a quest to find the most precious and rare of flowering teas. A quest that started many, many years earlier.|