SA4QE - The Slickman A4 Quotation Event 2013

SA4QE 2014 - Malgorzata Snigurowicz - Opole, Poland

This time I’m celebrating 4th February in Opole, my hometown.

In the morning there was sunlight.

I hung this quotation outside the local library just before going to work.

Winter is always either just ahead or just behind.

I wanted to leave this piece somewhere around the nearby Mlynowka channel. I took my dog, the one I decided to take in exactly a year ago, and we went for a walk. Having chosen the right spot, I put the yellow paper there on the ground and turned around to tie the dog’s leash to a lamppost. That was enough for the wind to grab the paper and throw it into the water, leaving me watching it float away.

Filed under Opole Kleinzeit The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz

SA4QE 2013 - Olaf Schneider - Beilefeld, Germany

The first time I saw her was in a dream, the colours were intense; the air was fall of vibrations; everything seemed magnified and slowed down.
The street lamps were lit but the sky was still light. She was waiting at a bus stop. A sign said BALSAMIC although there was nothing vinegary about the place, no friars and no Gilead in sight. There were nondescript buildings in warm colours, perhaps leaning a bit, perhaps painted on canvas. She was waiting for the bus; there were obscure figures queuing behind her.
There was the sign that said BALSAMIC; the letters were sharp and clear; they riffled like rail departures but the name stayed the same. There were those shaky-looking buildings and the bus stop and there she waited, the thin woman with the straw-coloured hair, blue eyes, and pale face, unknown but seeming to look at me round the edges of my memory. Sleeping or waking, I'd never seen her before.
Again and again she gestured with her clenched fist and said, 'Yes!' silently. She wanted me to follow her. Why? Here came the bus: FINSEY-OBAY, yellow, pink, and orange rice paper and bamboo lit from within like a Japanese lantern. Such a light against that not-yet-dark sky! Again she looked at me as she boarded the bus and I felt that thrill of terror as I stepped back. And again the sense of loss. What did she want? How could I find her again?

Filed under Beilefeld Amaryllis Night and Day