The Four Interviews, an introduction: (The Introduction, a work-in-progress)

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The Four Interviews, an introduction: (The Introduction, a work-in-progress)

for the Fictional VolunTier Project
The Leper Corn Congregation:
by goura fotadar
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Should go into the four interviews:
to recover from my shock of the wizard of oz, (citation: The Wizard of Oz, through Wikipedia, 1939)
which up until now has been a life-long trauma
I should just practice singing the over the rainbow, tune,
in whatever Song.

here it is,
thus far:
somewhere over
the Rain,
where the leprechauns congregate.

Theme Song on as heard of, 112815
Elf Power    A Grey Cloth Covering My Face

112915  I Drink Tea in A Cup
There’s something about being “On the Road” (citation), if even you have a loose plan, and one that has been building for years; as you walk down the hallways of buildings you were never meant to enter as an undergraduate, and boys you don’t know yell at you about, how “…you’re too good to not respond to a ‘hi'”  as if they know you already; and you wonder older, did they already know you, because you didn’t know them. You fell from grace, laughable. And it’s as if these boys you didn’t know congregating in meeting places where somehow they’d know you’d pass by unhappily, because what you wanted to be studying was something else. And it’d take about two years of serious struggle for you to overcome The Conditions of Family, and show some actual maturity to just study what you want to study. That’s kind of asking a lot of you at that young, developmental age; but the development has already happened. Then when you mention these scary incidents to your former boyfriends, and now friends, they giggle happily, barely sufficing their envy for … and say, “what have your breasts gotten larger since the last time I saw you …” You think about your black clothes, your future becoming prospects in career, your beauty, and your diet; and you wonder will you give up all of these to be barenaked in society as a beggar, a homeless person, a non-criminal; who can at best hope to experience itself the atmosphere of this mundane form of injustice. You wonder how far does it travel, this mundane injustice; does it work to unravel all of society, everywhere. And then when you have the loose plan, and you’re actually on-the-road, you are so much, but not that much older. You are even more self-assured, and now comments of that nature, would respond, from you to, “talk to yourself that way,” with a shriek, and they’d think in their heads, outloud, “you’re crazy,” and then you’d switch to first grade ina way you never experienced it, “well, if I’m crazy, well, if I’m ugly, than what are you…” and while begging and trekking your way across this country; you were sure you were gonna make it, not end up dead, or with your head blown off, and there were some scary moments, and the clammy-ness of begging and not having enough to make it to your next stop, when even your next stop is not even home; you start to wonder what even a home constitutes, as you freeze in front of video cameras while you wait until it’s light enough to walk to the next shelter, and sure; it’s only ten miles, but you’ll make it, and they say that there’s a bus on the way there, and you have some spare change, you’ll make it. And now as you sit under warm blankets, almost two years from the start from that JOURNEY; you wonder is it alright to have anything, when not everybody else doesn’t. Is it.
More, theme songs, courtesy of
song: Everthing in Its Right Place
album: Kid A
artist: Radiohead   song: I Won’t Be Long
Album: I Won’t Be Long
artist: Beck    song: 01 Help in the Head
artist:  The Faint
artist: The Clash song: Train in Vain (Stand By Me) Album: London Calling

& “Over the Rainbow,” lyrics courtesy of metrolyrics

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I’ve heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Way above the chimney tops,
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Read more: Judy Garland – Over The Rainbow Lyrics | MetroLyrics”
(as accessed on 112915)

I live a different life …



Reference: “Marigold Garden” by Kate Greenaway
citation: marigold garden, kate greenaway
pictures and rhymes (through amazon kindle)
Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd.
& New York
” [55]
   Fairy Blue Eyes
   And Fairy Brown,
   And dear Little Golden Curls,
   Look down.
   I say ‘Good-bye —‘
   ‘Good-bye–‘ with no pain —
   Till some happy day
    We meet again!”
Using the above theme of a different life, I live a-
The theme on Sundays, is: “The Four Interviews”

& because this song,
sounds to me like “Marigold Garden” Theme: “Marigold Garden Pushed Out Song …”
citation: (music) (accessed on 120315)
Olof Arnalds    Palme

On the Road: Citation (12315)
by Jack Kerouac Viking Press September 5, 1957
Information for citation found on wikipedia (as of 120315)


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