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Dec 22, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (The Occasion of You)


He recalled the festive vigor of those winter months, the brisk caress of Nordic winds, the clamor of revelers, inebriated with holiday cheer, and a towering ceremonial spruce, bedazzled in light, standing majestic amidst Rockefeller Center.


His driver would taxi the obsidian Maybach curbside at 20 Rockefeller Plaza, where Maxwell would exit into the sea of crimson and evergreen hues of the season. As the tips of his sable leather, cap-toed Berluti shoes met the pavement, he would be similarly encountered by a dashing representative of Christie’s, eager to escort the visionary architect into the storied salesrooms of the revered auction house.


It would be some while before he would emerge with La Pie, by Claude Monet. It was a surprise gift for his wife to celebrate the season. The impressionist work of effet de neige is now exhibited within their sitting room, at their country cottage, in the somnolent village of Beddgelert, Wales.


Now, as the Maybach idled curbside at 718 Fifth Avenue, its courtly chauffeur standing in wait for the accoutrement artisan to emerge, there was no occasion in particular to spur the acquisition of the platinum and diamond necklace, adorned with 25 carats of oval and pear-shaped mandarin garnets, all for the wonder that is Claire Mulberry.


Today, he did it just because.


Implode. Part LXIV – DK

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Dec 08, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments


Season of light.

Illuminated candles, perched upon a wooden mantle, within the festive ambience of a palatial estate.
Somewhere along the Pacific Ocean. Starlight – DK

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Dec 03, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (The Encounter at Azalea Pond)


The deficiency of luster was apparent in the curvature of his shoulders. He sat disheartened, his memory absconded, along with the compass of vast and ubiquitous sums. As morning approached noon, Benjamin found himself upon a weathered bench within the arbor refuge of Central Park. Along the roseate circumference of a tranquil pond, he intended to forgo obtrusive thoughts, and partake in an uninterrupted view of the sky.


And though his intention was to seek consolation within the pink solace of azaleas, a chocolate Sussex spaniel sought similar reassurance at his feet.


“Andiamo, Rocco.” A sagacious voice called.


The personable canine looked up, curiously, as did the de Gris Laurent heir.


“Andiamo, mangiare.” The voice called again.


The clever pup now stood attentively, its tail a wag.


Benjamin turned toward the ivory-haired gentleman as he approached.


“Mi dispiace,” the older gentleman would say.


“Non scusa necessario.” Benjamin interjected.


Though the gentleman evoked his native tongue out of habit, he was accosted unawares by the sullen gentleman’s linguistic astuteness.


“Grazie,” the gentleman would say. He knelt to affix a sable leash onto Rocco’s collar. “Tu sei Italiano?” He inquired.


“Americano,” Benjamin replied. “Though with French blood.”


Rocco sat attentively, gaze affixed upon its master, anticipating the promised feast.


“Our blood is the same,” the gentleman responded, with a smile.


“Is that so?” Benjamin inquired. He reached down to stroke the affable pup.


“The family of my grandfather,” The gentleman began. “From the hills of Provence.”


“I have 237,000 acres there.” Benjamin replied, in a casual manner. For the first time in some while, there was a smile in his eyes. His thoughts assuaged by the chocolate pup. And though the gentleman was alert, he did not understand. However Benjamin succumbed to his sophic guest, turning his attention toward the Italian stranger.


“Benjamin.” He said, extending his hand.


“Piacere. Sono Giancarlo.”


Implode. Part LXIII – DK

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Dec 03, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments


Our love will grow.

The whimsical facades of artful flower pots, astride a boutique, along the Rue Boissy d’Anglas.

Paris, France. Rosé – DK

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Dec 01, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments


Tropical fantasy.

A conversation with the moon, as it traverses amongst the palm trees on a warm, lucent evening, in Southern California.
Los Angeles, California. Dream – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK