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Chatty Chat… July 19, 2009

Filed under: Ashville (rl city),Hucka D.,Plant — baker Blinker @ 8:41 am

“Saturday night, Hucka D. We usually chat.”

Hucka D.:

Yes.

Plant:

I’m here too.

bb:

Hi Plant. Thank you both for being here. Should we continue the Sylver Forest discussion, then?

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather Sea. Plant?

Plant:

Hucka D. had this prepared for me to say. The Blue Feather Sea as a cube is the key. What does it open is the question. (snickers).

bb:

I see.

Plant:

In one way it is the Earth. But the Earth perhaps is painted pink and not blue, like August’s house in The Secret Life of Bees. Queen… Bee. She did it for May.

bb:

It was a good movie. Maybe not great but quite good. A weakness may be the whole thing about the child shooting her mother accidentally. In the book, as I understand, it was left more ambiguous.

Plant:

The painting of the house, though — perhaps with Sherwin Williams’ paint — is the key. A key. Blue — pink.

bb:

The house is a blue cube as well.

Plant:

Right. But it’s not. That was August’s choice but she sacrificed common sense for the love of a sister, who desired pink instead.

*****

bb:

Not much about The Secret Life of Bees in wikipedia yet, guys.

Hucka D.:

I was in the production.

bb:

I’d like to ignore that comment but I better not. How about Hurla Dontbee, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

You think I joke! I was the queen!

bb:

Queen Latifa was the real queen.

Hucka D.:

52 minutes into the film. I was there. I was fanning the queen, then. You can hear my distinct hum over the others if you know what to listen to.

Plant:

Zeppelin tube! (laughs)

bb:

Let’s return to the Blue Feather Sea, then. As a blue cube, like in the E exhibit currently running in the Healy gallery. The Bill has been mentioned in a couple of posts recently. Who or what are The Bill, Hucka D. or Plant?

Plant:

He lives in that Ashville house. Ash-ville.

Hucka D.:

That’s true enough.

Plant:

He is hidden away. Like Jacob. (pause) Ash.

Hucka D.:

He protects the cube. He pretends it is pink when it is really blue. Or visa versa.

bb:

There is a theory that the cube, blue, is the same as a coffin, or the realization that one has been killed.

Hucka D.:

Frank is helping.

bb:

Interesting that he and that group are entwined again in the new one.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Isn’t it.

Plant:

I’m helping too.

bb:

But not in this one.

Plant:

No. Not really.

Hucka D.:

The cube is sadness. Surrounded by ash. Grey. Sad.

Plant:

House of mirrors.

bb:

Greenup?

Hucka D.:

We can go in that direction.

(to be continued?)

*****

EXCERPT FROM WINESAP:

“I could not choose a color so I didn’t paint,” said The Bill.

“Then you are dead,” said the other.

“Yes and no,” said The Bill. You are too.

“Can I speak to Karoz?” asked the other.

“I can speak for Karoz. I…”

“Yes?”

“He has helped so much already, this Mr. Bill. The Bill,” said Hucka D.

“How the heck did you get in here?” asked the other.

“I came in through there. The back door.” Hucka D. points to the unpainted back door.

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