Introducing Irony: A Book of Poetic Short Stories and Poems — John Shaqi
Introducing Irony: A Book of Poetic Short Stories and PoemsBodenheim, Maxwell
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Introducing Irony: A Book of Poetic Short Stories and Poems
Bodenheim, Maxwell
American fiction -- 20th century; American poetry -- 20th century; Short stories, American
She finished her playing; the people shuffled out like an apologetic
delusion. Ferenz, the pianist, a cowed Toreador of a man, gave his
browns and blacks a ponderous recreation.
“Nother grind passed,” he said in a thick voice corrupted by pity.
“Hand over them sheets, Joe.”
Joe, fat as a gourmand’s revery, handed him the sheets. The features on
Joe’s face were as abject as crumbs on a shallow plate. The Symphony
Theater orchestra flaunted its yawning moroseness a little while longer
and filed through a low exit.
Olga’s feet tamely saluted the crowded street-pavements. To her the
crowd was an approach to the theater audience--a brisk indifference
that made her eyes neglected spendthrifts. Its motion alone gave it
a flickering mastery: if it had paused, for an hour, it would have
become inane. The choked tirade of rolling street-cars and automobiles
would have ended in a dismal curtain of silence--the chariots would
have changed to mere hardware puzzled by the moonlight. A tall woman,
encouraging the gorgeous tumult of her dresses, would have stood like
a cluttered farce. The little pagan symmetries of her face, gaudily
tantalizing when merely glimpsed, would have met in a kittenish
argument. A tall man, blondly governing his polished discrepancies,
would have changed to a stagnant buffoon. An old man, chiding his
corpulent effulgence with endearments of motion, would have altered to
a maudlin exaggeration.
Olga reached her room and summoned the meaningless stare of an electric
light. Upon her short body plumpness and slenderness bargained with
each other, and the result was a suave arbitration. Her dark green
skirt and white waist made a subdued affirmation: their coloured lines
did not emphasise the lurking essences of her body. Surrounded by black
disturbances of hair the sardonic parts of her face were molested by
sentimental inconsistencies. Her nose was a salient inquisition but her
full mouth had a negroid flash; her chin was coldly bellicose but her
cheeks were softly turned. Beneath her moderate brow her blue and white
eyes were related to glaciers.
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