escape
fitting perfectly and splitting into a thousand splinters in all directions like light through a prism. The splinters shook the walls, knocked dust from ledges, and finally penetrated the wallpaper and plaster and floorboards until the room was nothing more than a filigree lattice open to the sky. Baring naked the timber frames, monumentally carved into a tendril canopy of vines branches leaves roots. Back to the forest.
What a room this was. Not covered and convoluted but set free to move with the wind and drink up the rain. A womb of still motion. An auditorium for the stars.
September 21st, 2007 at 5:14 am
set free to move
unrestrained
in order
hitherto fixed in location
unmovable
but moved.
set free
like you know,
without limits and stuff.
September 25th, 2007 at 2:32 am
I am just playing with your movement and stationary ideas in the house. they are nicer than the natural/built idea that you start with.
i thought the above might spark something.
it’s a very loose style of writing, and doesn’t drive a story. like so much of your stuff. it’s easy to read in these small snippets. Mostly you play with witty and interesting abstractions that are interesting to read. I would like to see how a string of these would work in a meta decription. or god forbid a narrative.
September 25th, 2007 at 2:34 am
you see - you seem to change style when you get into story telling or plot. EG the piece for ‘creative writing 101′ has a few snippets of these abstracts, but the course and blood of it is a shifted plot driving style. see if you cannot juxtapose some of these abstracts so that the reader infers a story - like placing still images side by side.
September 26th, 2007 at 3:29 am
Yeah that would be good. I loved the evocative/poetic abstracted bits totally, but writing the main story just seemed boring. Maybe because it takes so much effort to write the snippets, that it’s tiring just thinking of writing bulk in that style. And maybe because when I write them I’m exploring feeeelings and experience a bit differently to a dispassionate 3rd person omnipotent.