TRAWLING FOR STARS (photo) & AT THE HOUSE PARTY (dream narrative) by Roswila

AT THE HOUSE PARTY

the staff of the new talent agency throws a huge
house party to trawl for wannabe stars
to sign with them

I wander the rooms, an invisible, uninvited guest,
and quickly (given I can't be seen) discover it's all
a scam: the staff has no intent to even try to get jobs for
the wannabes who sign up, but are doing a great job of
faking it, with much noise and ballyhoo, and at the same
time covering the legal aspects with the disclaimer: "We
can't guaranty anything, except that we'll work harder
than any agency you can sign with."

I watch the CEO and founder of this phony agency
receive a very important call, and follow him to his
private office where he makes the now familiar sales
pitch, saying he had to get away from all the hustle
and bustle of business being done in order to even hear
himself think (of course, all of it fake noise and hustle,
to fake out the party attendees)

a youngish man who looks very worried, has also
followed the CEO and now knocks, and without waiting
for an answer enters the office; he quickly and very
anxiously asks for work, saying how hopeful all the
hoopla of the party sounds, especially given he's
desperate for work; the CEO gives the youngish man
his most impressive smile, saying, yes, we'll get on this
right away! and, of course, you will remember we
cannot guarantee anything

the youngish man leaves, a despondent slump to his
shoulders, he'd needed more than a speech and a disclaimer;
the CEO watches him exit (his cell phone still pressed
against his ear) and thinks that there goes a probable suicide;
and so the CEO closes the door and turns the music up very
loud, especially the bass line, so that he won't hear the gun
shot; why should he be concerned, he thinks, after all he
informed him up front that there's no guarantees

yes, I think, he and his cronies cover their legal asses, but what
about the mine field of their consciences? it's all too much like
a twisted re-writing of the Emperor's New Clothes:
there's nothing there even to disclaim


[narrative on a dream of 1-10-17. Photo "Trawling for Stars" (1-9-17 002v11) by Roswila]

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There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,

[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
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