Jax Burgoyne Writes

  • Work
    • Secondary and Gifted and Talented >
      • Word Sounds Elegy
      • Fitzgerald, Joyce, and the Physical Side of Language
    • Reminiscence, Life Writing (and combinations)
    • Adults with Learning Difficulties >
      • Making Characters
      • Soap Opera
      • A Story from Some Poems
      • Sunflower Mobiles
    • Artists for Climate Change >
      • Pilot at The TARDIS
      • Travel Guide of the Future
    • Tutoring
    • Proof Reading
    • Biography and Reminiscence Workshops
    • Interactive Performances
    • Arts Awards
    • Audio Documentaries
    • Infant and Primary School Projects >
      • The Dr Seuss One
      • Nature Poems for the Royal Norfolk Show
      • Monsters!!!
  • Store
    • Prints and art for sale
    • Holidays in Greece >
      • Beginners' Course
      • Intermediate Course
      • Experimental Writing
      • Family Writing
      • Biography & Autobiography Writing
      • Travel Writing
      • Drafting and Redrafting
      • Make a Short Film
      • Make a Mini Documentary/TV Show
      • Terms and Conditions
  • Play
    • Films and animation
    • Short Stories
    • Less Short Stories
    • Lifewriting >
      • 1yr Scratch Pad
    • Travel Writing >
      • My Thoughts
    • Poems (attempts at)
    • Collaborations (including a Radio Play)
    • Feedback
  • News
    • News
    • Archive/Gallery >
      • USA Open Mics
      • (Art Club) Posters
  • CV
 

August 11th

9/7/2017

0 Comments

 
Picture
"Think of a major city.  Now think of a decade between 1850 and 1950.  Now do a Google Images search of that place at that time.  What photo grabs you?  Let it spark today's entry."

Seville, 1870s.  Fiesta di Primavera.
"I think that man was just killed by that bull!"
"What?"
"Yes, killed!"
"Are you sure?"
"Well I'm pretty far away, and that bloke keeps...oy...no...oy...no, he's definitely been gored.  Look, they're covering him over."
"I thought people were cheering more than usual."

The crowd's lust (for blood) has swelled to the peak of a tsunami-sized wave.  It briefly holds itself until the three men trying to drag off the dead toreador look up to see no-one has actually restrained the bull.  It stamps, it runs, and then gore, gore gore - the blood-wave crashes down with orgasmic frenzy: this audience must be vegans.
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Author

    Me.

    Archives

    February 2019
    June 2018
    April 2018
    March 2018
    February 2018
    January 2018
    December 2017
    November 2017
    October 2017
    September 2017
    August 2017

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.