For this issue of Pastie Politics Ms. Noir stacked together a tower of words. She constructed them upon each other into a less than stable pile, some of them falling out of balance, yet held in place with their collective weight. Each of them singularly common everyday words, yet in their grouping they find power and an aggressive voice.
Willow spent a rather long time and many a bottle of wine trying to capture and give power to the idea that revolved in a never-ending stream of babbling nonsense throughout her head. Although strong in thought, actually penning the words down was surprisingly difficult and when asked why, she couldn’t pin-point an exact answer.
She tells me that there will be more to come in the future on this theme, yet for now she is happy to enjoy a cup of tea and watch as the world goes by.
Upon the burlesque stage we are both entitled and actively encouraged to express ourselves. We are celebrated for being unique and bringing a little taste of our quirkiness to the audience. Now, bearing this in mind, let me bring to you my thoughts on ‘bush whacking’.
The reveal, the applause, the curtain call,
the stuck on smiles, she’s done them all.
Her acts entertain, yet inside there is pain,
often she wonders if she can step out there again.
Things unseen behind that pizzazz and smile
let’s take off these eyelashes and sit awhile.
Wait while she clears the grit of glitter from her face,
watch as the lipstick smears, do you still want a taste?