Sunday, July 27, 2008
I looked straight into his pale eyes, smirked, and challenged him to reveal some shade of truth.
He looked back at me. His face revealed nothing in those lingering seconds until he said:
"You don't wanna know the depths of my shoes, and that mirror you're holding so over-confidently is one place you don't want me to look.
"You think you can warm this statue, wash it clean of centuries of bird-shit and lovingly peel away the thousand layers of cold hard stone, reveal a lederhosen-clad rich boy smiling at the rain, who will hug you, relieved to have found a safe new home.
"You can scrub all you want. You can cut and slice but you underestimate the skill and the bitter obsessive determination of this stone mason self-sculptor."
I reached for him and then stopped short. He was long gone.
i like Benji.
MD: sorry, that's all there is to that one. Just a writing exercise really. Personally I like the first line and I think it deserves a better piece to be attached to.
TWM: Thanks, I'm glad you saw something there. But as PP points out, those hints can be maddening.
NS: himself, perhaps, or perhaps I hoped so when I held it up. And perhaps he proved me wrong by indicating that he already saw himself, whether I did or not.
Jeanne: interesting philisophical question. you know, once the French destroyed feudalism it took them about a hundred years or so to figure out what to replace it with. I myself feel pretty much disgusted with this culture/'civil'ization/society, so you could say that's a new level of consiousness I reached at some point. But I still haven't figured out what happens next. So I think I'm inclined to agree with Mr. Jensen on this one.