Pink Flamingos

I like to write. I don’t usually because I don’t think it is worth it. Some argue that writing down your problems and/or thoughts can help you a great deal. Probably I’m just too lazy. Free writing for five minutes? The hard part was not to stop writing. I started out with a clear vision of what I was going to write about, at the end, though, I had gone totally off topic. Some personal feelings came out and being told to crumple up the paper, forget about it and leave it in the centre of the table felt really liberating.

‘I remember…’

Try off the top of our heads to write down five words which could sum up a recent experience. I came up with the words: ‘underground’, ‘transexual’, ‘Pollock’, ‘abstract expressionism’ and ‘pop art’. Then some sentences with these words:

‘I remember him talking about underground film culture taking place after midnight.’

‘ I remember how he explained that in “Pink Flamingos” a transexual ate dog’s poo.’

‘ I remember the difference between two Jackson Pollock pieces and how dissimilar they were.’

Now came the interesting part: applying a sense (be it sight, sound, smell, taste or touch) to these sentences. My favorite was this following sentence related to sound:

‘I remember him talking about underground film culture taking place after midnight after he had gone to the pub with friends. Beers in hand, cheering with happiness, beer splashing on the floor and glasses clicking amidst laughter and tease’

I also came up with these other sentences:

‘I remember him talking about underground film culture taking place after midnight in dark open air cinemas glowing with headlights from a dozen 80s style cards. Most of them were dark red or neon blue. ‘

‘I remember him talking about underground film culture taking place after midnight boyfriends hand in hand, sweaty and warm, soft and moist. At the same time so heartwarmingly powerful.’