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Eyebrow Raising
They were having an eyebrow raising. They did this every year or two. They would gather in groups, in Pennsylvania and eastern Ohio. And they would raise their eyebrows on cue. The moon would turn bright red. They'd relax their brows. The moon would go back to white. But not all white. There were blotches of pink. Then they would raise their eyebrows again, quizzically, and the moon would blush.
There were trees in the distance. Uncolored, in the dark, the woods like a dark sea at the end of the world. The men and women relaxed their eyebrows and the trees began to melt into one another. The eyebrows tensed into a frown and the trees separated, but a few kept holding hands, at the end of their branches. The eyebrows were relaxed, so it was time to stretch out. The people would flex their fingers and dark flakes would fall from the trees, insects would fly at the moon. The fingers would relax and the insects would fly in formation, creating shapes against the backdrop of the moon. Then the ground would catch fire and the men and women would flee the clearing, and would not return for another year or two.
Essence & Existence
Essence was first. That is, she was scheduled to perform first, in the talent show. Her real name was Nia, but her stage name was Essence. She wanted to do r&b - but with style. Her voice was small, but so were Cassie's and Ciara's, and they were pure style. Her voice would be sugar, but it was cold sugar. Or it would be, if there were a jagged synth line accompanying her. If she did well in the talent show, maybe Ryan Leslie would be watching, and would get in touch with her and offer to create one of his laser-thin synthesizer lines to support her singing. The lasers would stand like icicles and her voice would stroll indolently by, half dazed and half imperious. But would the judges be able to hear this, when they heard her bare, narrow voice, that if you give it a diamond stalactite environment, she would create shivers?
Performance
He challenged those who were afraid that if there were no written codified rules of the language then people would do anything they pleased and make any word mean what they wanted. He said, "OK, drive by a stop sign and imagine that when you saw the word 'stop' on a sign you could make your mind think that the word means 'perfume,' not 'stop.' You can't do it. You will register the word 'stop' and know it means 'stop' no matter how hard you want it to mean 'perfume.'"
"But what if you started a line of perfume called 'Stop'?" someone asked. "Who in the hell would start a line of perfume called 'Stop'?" he retorted. "Would you wear a perfume called 'Stop'?" He beckoned with his arm. "Come to me, my darling, I am wearing 'Stop.'"
They all giggled. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Olivier, you go on in five minutes."
Eyebrow Raising
They were having an eyebrow raising. They did this every year or two. They would gather in groups, in Pennsylvania and eastern Ohio. And they would raise their eyebrows on cue. The moon would turn bright red. They'd relax their brows. The moon would go back to white. But not all white. There were blotches of pink. Then they would raise their eyebrows again, quizzically, and the moon would blush.
There were trees in the distance. Uncolored, in the dark, the woods like a dark sea at the end of the world. The men and women relaxed their eyebrows and the trees began to melt into one another. The eyebrows tensed into a frown and the trees separated, but a few kept holding hands, at the end of their branches. The eyebrows were relaxed, so it was time to stretch out. The people would flex their fingers and dark flakes would fall from the trees, insects would fly at the moon. The fingers would relax and the insects would fly in formation, creating shapes against the backdrop of the moon. Then the ground would catch fire and the men and women would flee the clearing, and would not return for another year or two.
Essence & Existence
Essence was first. That is, she was scheduled to perform first, in the talent show. Her real name was Nia, but her stage name was Essence. She wanted to do r&b - but with style. Her voice was small, but so were Cassie's and Ciara's, and they were pure style. Her voice would be sugar, but it was cold sugar. Or it would be, if there were a jagged synth line accompanying her. If she did well in the talent show, maybe Ryan Leslie would be watching, and would get in touch with her and offer to create one of his laser-thin synthesizer lines to support her singing. The lasers would stand like icicles and her voice would stroll indolently by, half dazed and half imperious. But would the judges be able to hear this, when they heard her bare, narrow voice, that if you give it a diamond stalactite environment, she would create shivers?
Performance
He challenged those who were afraid that if there were no written codified rules of the language then people would do anything they pleased and make any word mean what they wanted. He said, "OK, drive by a stop sign and imagine that when you saw the word 'stop' on a sign you could make your mind think that the word means 'perfume,' not 'stop.' You can't do it. You will register the word 'stop' and know it means 'stop' no matter how hard you want it to mean 'perfume.'"
"But what if you started a line of perfume called 'Stop'?" someone asked. "Who in the hell would start a line of perfume called 'Stop'?" he retorted. "Would you wear a perfume called 'Stop'?" He beckoned with his arm. "Come to me, my darling, I am wearing 'Stop.'"
They all giggled. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Olivier, you go on in five minutes."
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