Short Story / So We Write...

Where is the nothingness when we feel that we need it the most? The vacation we long for is not a small piece of life away from the job or the kids or even the “other”, it’ from life itself. Or consciousness.

We see the snot-nosed toddler staring at life and death – standing on the porch of a tagger’s canvas filled with the half-dead who dream of living while creating their own purgatory. We realize that in the house myth and fiction have become fact and truth and the in the stained corners and on the stripped floors zombies do exist. And our minds flash back to the toddler with the glassy stare and marker-board mind and broken heart and withdrawal pains from milk laced with Jack, and we become that child for just a moment – a moment too long – seeing through the eyes of glass with a mind not blank into a future on chemical lane in house after house and porches and purgatory and our mind is on fire with anger and pity and disgust.

And shame.

We look at the teen fighting in the foxholes of his face, wanting to know why. We watch as he watches, watching him watch her, wondering if he is wondering what she is thinking. Is he us? Are we him? Is someone watching us watch him watch her? Is she? We see what he cannot yet see, that life has yet to really start while he wonders how life will end. We see him look for significance in his circumstance and we want to tell him that he is significant despite all circumstance. We become him for a moment and that moment flees while we grasp to keep it as ours, this moment of hope, this moment of potential, this starting-over place. Yet it slips and we are left with the thought

... perhaps, God…

We visit Nana at the home and watch the residents playing chess and checkers and cards and with the remote and catch the eyes of the lady in the corner. Eyes that are portholes on a sunken ship torpedoed in its prime, an ancient ship whose deck felt the feet of many men and the sun of many seas. We know that if those eyes could speak we would gladly watch the unfolding play – we would revel in the ocean of memory in escape of our pond of reflection. We know they would, those eyes, but they can’t. They have become nothing but bars in the prison of expression. Nothing in, nothing out, and a tear dries on our sleeve – the tear she could not shed for herself.

Or for us.

We walk into the tavern filled with friends and utterly alone. We drink a potion of calmness and look in the glass for nothing. The day rejoins us as we joke and laugh and firt and we smile at them because they have no ears.  Perhaps they, too, are screaming and we are the blind ones. Then we wonder if their eyes have lost their voice, too. Nevertheless, we have a wonderfully vacuous evening and slip into routine. We may not remember the toddler,the teen, or the sunken ship again.

But neither can we forget. Or vacate. Or rest.

So we write about it.

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Alex_Bruinekool avatar General Stranger

October 06, 2009

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tomd avatar General Stranger

July 14, 2009

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I thought this was an interesting premise – writers writing because they have no other way to digest what they encounter in life.

I also loved the rhythm of some of your sentences -

‘standing on the porch of a tagger’s canvas filled with the half-dead who dream of living while creating their own purgatory’ .... great sounds in this and other sentences.

I disliked the melancholy feel of the piece – I found it slightly self-indulgent in places.

Oookookachoo avatar General Stranger

April 23, 2009

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Well, my friend, where do we start?  The title, the statement made in the ‘Notes to Reviewer’,  the last line of the ‘story’ all make a statement.  People write for different reasons; to be understood, to understand ones’ self, fame, glory, to be heard.

Buried deep beneath this string of words lies important and poignant sentiments, even a creativity.  All this was lost. 90% of your sentences were so poorly constructed that the piece was rendered nearly unreadable.

Write this again.  Use more periods.  Drop almost every “and”.  Do not string words together simply because they sound ‘cool’.  Decide why it is you write.

DragonTear avatar General Friend

October 10, 2007

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DragonTear reviewed Version 2 - Read 100%% of the Item

For me some parts of the story were difficult for me to read. You have so much metaphors and so many similes that it makes this piece somewhat abstract. I commend you for writing a very complex concept, the different phrases of one’s life, the observations of a writer on society.
My favorite part of your story is ” Eyes that are portholes on a sunken ship torpedoed in its prime, an ancient, luxurious ship whose deck felt the feet of many revelers and the sun of many seas. We know that if those eyes could speak we would gladly watch the unfolding play – we would rejoice in the ocean of memory in escape of our pond of reflection. We know they would speak, those eyes, but they can’t. They have become nothing but bars in the prison of expression. Nothing in, nothing out, and a tear dries on our sleeve – the tear she could not shed for herself”
To me it absolutely stunning! It reads almost like a poem. The imagery here is so profound. I also really love the spaces in between the paragraphs. Those sentences help to ground the reader back to the main character. The ” So we write” is the perfect ending to this story and adds a bit of whimsical humor to the overall sad contemplative voice of the story.

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July 20, 2007

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  This is a true and well-put description. It’s absolutely real and undeniable. Some don’t see it and others do, and so this might not be the best review in the eyes of the ones who most definitely look and don’t see. I applaud this creation, as you know exactly what you’re talking about. You challenged yourself and wrote something that, as writers, many people can relate to flawlessly. You challed us and got into our minds.

  I also applaud your choice of words. I’d be one incredulous sister if someone could ever put it in a better use of vocabulary than you did. And so what can I say to someone who has undoubtedly reached way beyond the boundaries and pulled out the very soul of what it is all about? What do I say to someone who creates a document so admirable and true and altogether heart-stopping and leaves you breathless, yet connects and gives you hope that somewhere out there, someone knows how you feel?

  And now it has come to the simple “Thanks,” that I give to you. I appreciate and cherish the words you shared with the public, the words that I needed, that many will need.

  ^.- Lu2l

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July 20, 2007

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QueenOfSpades reviewed Version 2 - Read 100%% of the Item

This one really rung true in a bunch of different ways.  I’m not quite sure how the “foxholes” metaphor was supposed to work… I’d watch out for the run-on sentence at the very end of the toddler paragraph, if you broke it up it would be a lot clearer.  Overall, I really loved this piece, with the symbolism and original thoughts.  

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May 28, 2007

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Nice reflective piece.  This is nitpicking, but this seems more like a diary entry, blog, or even a reflective essay than a story.  But I could be wrong.  Doesn’t matter anyway.

The language is smooth so it flows nicely.  Even though it is written with a higher level vocabulary this does not interrupt the movement of the piece.  I like the transitions of child, to teen, to elder, but no adult?  

Interesting that word zombies… I like how you used it.

Thank you for writing this.

Good luck!

Arorasky avatar General Friend

April 12, 2007

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Wow!!! I won’t waste your points on too many words here by repeating your words..your uses and expressions in some places appear almost like opposites..on sides of life/thoughts/expressions…it’s like you crawed inside many of my own thoughts throughout my life, while watching others. And here I thought sometimes that I was just weird or crazy…thanks for such a great job of expressing not only the “writing” but thoughts of/on life itself.

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April 06, 2007

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You capture the essence of being a writer very well. This has a nice poetic nature to it. I feel something else you could add is the a variation of what Woody Allen said in Annie Hall. We can create the world, the people in it and change the ending as we please. This is very good and so true.

Lisa_M avatar General Stranger

April 06, 2007

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WOW, very well done! You have captured life (at least for me) to the tee! What a beautiful way with words you have and how true you words ring out. i never saw it in that light before, well, I couldn’t put it into words the way you did. I loved the “We watch and listen and feel and cry. We laugh and drink and lie down to rest and count not sheep but lives we encountered today. We cannot sleep or rest or empty our minds…” Wonderful! And so true, the way everyone touches our lives and yet, most times, we don’t realize it but, it’s always there, in the back of our mind. Always making us who and what we are….I know, not really a review, just so powerful I haf to let you. Really well done!  

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