From Faulkner: "held by that electric furious immobile urgency."
Sometimes I feel too small to be believed. The walls expand out and the world opens up until I'm lost. I'm not saying it's pleasant; heaven forbid! I'm merely saying that sometimes the world seems a much more dangerous place than any of us realize and I should perhaps be far more afraid of it than I am. Truth be told, the open metaphorical places of the world are far more numerous than we commonly recognize, and it's up to us to notice and do something about it. Ice simply chosen to feel like I've been engulfed. Yes, I think that word will do nicely. Engulfed. That's me. So what have I chosen to do in those moments of complete obstruction, when the world is a smothering element? Well, I guess the common answer has been to feel small and then run away. That's how I deal with conflict.
[Where did the ending go? I thought I was going somewhere. I must have lost my touch on reality.]
I doubt you'll like this, but pretty much every sentence here reminds me of haiku in the sense that you could take any one sentence and expand upon it, like stepping off a path in a garden.
ReplyDeleteA kind of work that tries to fit in so much meaning that it can't clearly communicate anything?
ReplyDeleteKnew you wouldn't like it.
DeleteAlthough not entirely untrue.
I just think I like what works provide more than what they excite.
DeleteMy vitriol is misplaced, I'm sorry.
Also: two typos. I need to start using the computer.
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