Kind of Blue

Lollipop flower

http://www.101words.org/kind-of-blue/

About the flower

Pachystachys lutea or Lollipop Flower set against the cornflower blue of the endless sea or, alternatively, the surreal sky, which may be considered the perfect backdrop for modern cinematographic adaptations of Macbeth (or other plays aggrandized by the gimmicky inclusion of slow-motion battle scenes, such as Long Day’s Journey into Night).

About the story

Kind of Blue is the name of a Miles Davis album. ‘Free airline miles’ is a play on the jazz legend’s name. There is also a tune on the album alliteratively called Freddie Freeloader, which is coincidentally the name of the story’s protagonist. None of this has anything to do with the story, naturally, but since this is an educational blog I felt compelled to make these disclosures.

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14 Comments

  1. Whew! I’m glad you revealed that none of this had anything to do with the story! Love that blue…

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    • Yes, a story is always the veneer–it’s what remains hidden that gives it a life (read roxana’s quote on longing).

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      • Yes, I did read that…rather obvious isn’t it? But that’s David Whyte for you!

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      • It’s only obvious once you’ve plumbed the depths of your personal sorcery and madness (which I am wont to do.)

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  2. Looking forward to your latest 101. BTW I love Miles Davis’ music – awesome sounds that I could listen to all day long. Great to see you my friend.

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  3. hahaha – i am rolling with laughter, though i am aware that an allusive, royal smile would be a more appropriate countenance for strolling through the exiled gardens…

    i think i have the best gift for the blue-mood narrator, who, as it happens, has only written about one topic in all his (apparently so diverse) works: longing.

    “Longing has its own secret, future destination, and its own seasonal emergence from within, a ripening from the core, a seed growing in our own bodies; it is as if we are put into relationship with an enormous distance inside us leading back to some unknown origin with its own secret timing indifferent to our wills, and gifted at the same time with an intimate sense of proximity, to a lover, to a future, to a transformation, to a life we want for ourselves, and to the beauty of the sky and the ground that surrounds us.” (David Whyte)

    (None of this has anything to do with the story, naturally, but since this is a psychoanalytical comment section, i felt compelled to make these disclosures).

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    • I forgot to inform everyone that this is in fact a psychoanalytical comment section. And where’s the icon for that? If I’m not mistaken it’s the dancing crustaceans–the now defunct dancing crustacean I should say. Darn, what’s a psychoanalyst to do?

      Next we discuss at length Lacan and longing. Are you ready?

      But first we must touch upon Luis Buñuel and surrealism.

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      • As Yogi Berra–or someone or “other” much like him is reported to have said: include me out!

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  4. All sorts of beautiful blues.

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  5. Referring to Kind Of Blue, Miles said to play the sound which is not there. Kinda like painting negative space. My fave MIle’s album! I also dig Bitches Brew.

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    • Not to put too fine a point on it, Bitches Brew sounded to me like, well, a bitches brew. I get more pleasure from listening to an asphalt truck paving the road than by having to endure that recording.

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