kohlcass's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=kohlcass2010-10-11T22:18:14Zthe choir mistress (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass/writeups/the+choir+mistresskohlcasshttp://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass2010-10-11T22:18:14Z2010-10-11T22:18:14Z<p>
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<p>Waits in the <a href="/title/Stand+in+the+doorway+and+watch+her">wings</a></p>
<p>calm, still</p>
<p>listens to the <a href="/title/music">music</a></p>
<p>her silent tongue</p>
<p><a href="/title/When+I+look+into+her+eyes%252C+I+no+longer+care+about+what+the+world+thinks.+This+is+what+it+feels+like+to+be+alive.">taught her eyes to speak volumes</a></p>
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<p><a href="/title/Silence">Silence</a>, a petty one</p>
<p>dips, turns</p>
<p>enthralled, she cajoles</p>
<p>with her friend</p>
<p><a href="/title/If+you+could+see+her+through+my+eyes">making exception for only her</a></p>
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<p>The choir girl</p>
<p>shrill, loud</p>
<p>is moved by the music</p>
<p>loses time</p>
<p>silence is enraged, <a href="/title/sound">sound</a> engulfs...</p>
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<p>The mistress raises a single fist.</p>
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<p>Envious silence roars, </p>
<p>is appeased</p>
<p>moves with the music</p>
<p><a href="/title/The+portion+of+her+face+she+allows+me+to+see">resumes her dance</a></p>
<p>with her <a href="/title/If+only+I+could+get+into+her+head">long time friend</a>.</p>
<p> </p>Tell him, she told me (poetry)http://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass/writeups/Tell+him%252C+she+told+mekohlcasshttp://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass2009-01-13T22:56:44Z2009-01-13T22:56:44Z<p>"I can't believe I<br />Said that..."<br />Her words, once resonant are resolute<br />And quietening<br />And her eyes <br />Look all the more brilliant after she's cried...<br />They're wider, greener, moving still<br />Tears tumbling down the <a href="/title/aisle">aisle</a>s <br />Of her face<br />"...Yes, it's <a href="/title/You+cannot+be+in+love+with+every+beautiful+thing+you+see">over</a>."<br /><br /><a href="/title/I+don%2527t+tell+her+these+things%252C+and+she+doesn%2527t+ask">I don't think she will ever marry you</a>.</p>religiously fashionable (review)http://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass/writeups/religiously+fashionablekohlcasshttp://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass2008-07-18T11:52:20Z2008-07-18T11:52:20Z<p><strong>Religiously Fashionable </strong></p>
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<p>Fashion
could never be a devotee to a monotheistic religion. Rather, it is
flighty and capricious with a bad case of attention disorder deficit.
Thou shalt not make for yourself an idol… thou shalt make yourself into
one. So since when is having<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Arzu (person)http://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass/writeups/Arzukohlcasshttp://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass2008-07-17T22:10:31Z2008-07-17T22:10:31Z<h1><strong><a href="/title/name+has+been+changed">Arzu</a></strong></h1>
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<p>At first, she was
just a friend of a friend of a friend I was to stay with for a couple of months
before finding my own apartment in the city of Essen, North West Germany. She
would be working on the day of my arrival so she arranged to have others pick
me up from the train station and bring me to her loft. <a href="/title/The+first+time+I+saw+of+her">The first I knew of her</a>
was through the pictures she hung of herself on her walls and the way Hüs and<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Gone in Sixty Seconds 2008 - Theatre Quest Entries (fiction)http://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass/writeups/Gone+in+Sixty+Seconds+2008+-+Theatre+Quest+Entrieskohlcasshttp://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass2008-04-12T11:12:29Z2008-04-12T11:12:29Z<p><big><big><strong>"ELEVATOR"</strong></big></big></p>
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<p><strong>PLOT</strong>: Two ex-colleagues cross paths in a business tower lobby, chance only permitting their time in an elevator to catch up.
<br /><br /><br /> <em>(At the centre,
towards the rear of the stage, a smartly dressed man (FRANK) with a
plastic telescoping blueprint tube over his shoulder is pacing
nervously, occasionally glancing at his watch. A woman (LOUISE) with
tousled hair, carrying a large brown envelope, handbag and tote
bag runs in, stage left; walks past him. A projection behind them shows
the elevator display. This indicates what floor the elevator is at. The
elevator panel need not be a prop - it can be mimed).</em> <br /><br /><br /><br /> FRANK: <em>(Teasingly.)</em> Good morning Miss Margera. Late for work?<br /><br /> LOUISE: Actually I don't start till... <em>(notices him)</em> Frank! How... <a href="/title/And+why%252C+you+ask%252C+am+I+doing+all+this%253F">what are you doing here</a>?<br /><br /> FRANK. Meeting on the second<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…"Have you noticed that we are surrounded by Germans? Oh my god, you're right!" The quadrennial Cologne Nodermeet, Part II (event)http://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass/writeups/%2522Have+you+noticed+that+we+are+surrounded+by+Germans%253F+Oh+my+god%252C+you%2527re+right%2521%2522+The+quadrennial+Cologne+Nodermeet%252C+Part+IIkohlcasshttp://m.everything2.com/user/kohlcass2007-10-20T22:59:54Z2007-10-20T22:59:54Z<p>
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I won't be going to a nodermeet in quite a while. Been reminiscing.
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Now as many of you already know, despite my best efforts, I can't write fiction.<br />
I'm afraid you'll have to make do with the truth. It's rather morbid.</em><br />
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A day in the life of Dimview (at least while staying at chez kohlcass)<br />
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Sleep. Catbox. Shower. Catbox. Eat. Catbox. Get
dragged outside by kohlcass who insists she should see the outdoors.
Catbox. Watch <a href="/title/sumo">sumo</a>. Catbox. Sleep.<br />
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NB: <a href="/title/Although+the+above+is+true">Actually</a> <a href="/title/Dimview">Dimview</a> was a lovely house guest: pretty low
maintenance, tolerated the cats and managed to digest everything I fed
her. She was, however, worryingly confined by an invsible force to my
laptop. She said I was not authorative enough to drag her away in the
catbox. I say I was short of a couple of rayguns.</em>
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