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    dots Submission Name: Absurdistandots
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    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    57/m/ohio
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 2777/1297/258
    Words: 372
    Class/Type: Prose/Misc
    Total Views: 677
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    Bytes: 2663



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       ...after a long layoff...categorical lunacy...


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    Absurdistan

    Career services?

    For the most part.

    Uh…okay, I’d like to be a teacher of creative writing…

    I’m afraid not.

    Wha…? Why? It’s my passion.

    That may be so, but you’ll need a degree to properly teach the stifling rules you’d like to abandon.

    My God! I’ve got to learn what I’d like the world to unlearn?

    I’m afraid so. It’s the only way to wrestle enlightenment to the ground.

    To the grou… You make an encounter with the muse seem like date rape!

    No, think of it as ‘commando passion,’ like unbridled lust with no hope of redemption.

    Wait…aren’t you supposed to be advising me? I mean…

    Like stroking your dreams, for instance? Assessing the chances of fate and skill rising up in your blood-drop by drop-and sitting beside you till you’re transformed…or perish?

    Say what?

    The man who sat in this chair once told me an odd story. Care to hear it?

    No…I

    Come on…think of it as therapy.

    …yyyeeeaaahhhh…

    ‘The toughest job I ever held,’ he told me, ‘was manning the phones at a suicide prevention hotline…trying to convince people…actually sway them by sleight of hand and power of will…to choose life. To realize how wondrous everything was if you’d just drag your sad ass out of depression…it was dark and humorous and frightening because I was playing Russian roulette at the other end of the line-with their lives and mine…I’ve been afraid to breathe ever since…’

    Care for a mint?


    Huh? I mean, no…I mean…what did that just mean?

    Haven’t the faintest. The therapist said he doesn’t remember much, so I assume he’s as normal as either of us…more or less. Then again, maybe he discovered the pitfall of being a therapist, counselor, minister, teacher…people fall in love with how you make them feel… Wouldn’t you agree?

    Uh…wait. Have I stumbled into the wrong room?

    No, not at all. You’re an idealist and this is hell.

    Have a nice day…






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      youre an idealist and this is hell.

    interesting line right there.
    interesting way to finish

    it very well would be hell if i were to be found in such a situation. unless i was the one doing the talking and confusing. some part of me thought ive heard conversations that go in circles like that before. i am skilled at confusing the hell out of ppl but i doubt i could confuse it into them...

    im always left in awe of your ability to manipulate conversations for maximum effect as you have here. its brilliant. and leaves me wishing i could achieve it...

    interesting section about suicide hotline.
    i know when i got back to the country i was pretty much forced to ring rape crisis [by ppl who hadnt moved on when i had] and the two times i called i got an answering machine that questioned the urgence of my call which wasnt much use to me... im glad it wasnt an emergency...
    i know that when i was keeping my boyfriend alive i was pretty much a suicide hotline. that the day he did end his life he had promised me he could keep himself alive until after id finished work...
    it is playing russian roulette... it really is...

    learning to unlearn.
    truely absurd.
    | Posted on 2007-09-30 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      In this line: "To the grou… You make an encounter with the muse seem like date rape!" I think it might be better if you change 'seem' to 'sound.' 'Seem' just doesn't sound right to me. Haha. Get it? Sound right? Haha...wow I'm clever.

    ......

    But it couldn't it be argued we are all idealists to a certain extent in the right lighting? We all envision a utopia, a perfect world designed by our ideals. With that in mind, I think idealism is less a state-of-mind and more a state-of-action, a way construct out utopia. Hitler and MLK both had visions for a perfect world. And of course both went about it two entirely different ways.

    I like that the idealist is in hell. Because this 'hell' seems not to be a foreign inferno, but reality, the tangled web of the present, in which idealism is for some reason considered dangerous, and those who practice it thuoght to be a new breed of terrorist. It's all a bit absurd.

    I think there is a great deal of validity in learning the things you want to avoid. Otherwise, how will you know to avoid them? How will you know when you've slipped into them? And how will you know there isn't a part of it that you want to utilize? I think MFA programs get a bad wrap: the people teaching them are passionate writers themselves. I think it's the elitist weight carried with the courses, the academia.

    And as everyone before me has said, the part about people falling in love with how they're made to feel. That part is brilliant. The whole thing is. Your characters are frightening in a way I cannot place.

    Perhaps it is because they echo the voices all around us.
    | Posted on 2007-08-11 00:00:00 | by wool raincoat | [ Reply to This ]
      how very amusing. i think this is one of the clever versions of hell that you wrote here. it isnt as cliché as waking up in paradise with everything you could ever want, win at everything, do anything and some dude in a suit tells you that this aint heaven but the other place. or.... this could just be a very bad day to visit career services. the pseudo therapist is a wonderful and flippant character, ironically idealogical and philosophical at the same time. a sort of cynical buddha.

    follow the paths to Disenlightenment children! come on everyone! the water's fine!

    the creative and ultimately misguided writer seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time... at a crossroads of sorts, somewhere between giving up or achieving perceived greatness. well there's an idealist for ya. he seems to be very passionate, though he was very funny when he referred to the muse... and the 'therapist' shooting him down is hilarity at it's best! what is tragedy without a little comedy mixed in.

    i have to agree with the therapist's point of view though. sounds like very good and sound advice to me. really. well kinda. i always believed that you have to know how to play by the rules in order to effectively break em. so its not necessarily unlearning, but changing things big or small to better suit you. no one is born with a lightbulb over their heads, they got to learn. it has to form piece by piece. and then eureka!

    until eventually... time to change the ol' bulb, perhaps switching to light emitting diodes instead of the regular 8 watt.

    this part:
    people fall in love with how you make them feel… Wouldn’t you agree?

    was particularly inspired. and so true in so many ways. and yes, i agree. to answer annie's query, we are on this website are we not? and lovers of words do fall in love with other's words about them.

    by the way, where is the missing therapist/councilor/minister... what about the other side of the coin (yes a coin has three sides, as with anything that has width, length and depth), guess that character didnt have much to say... but as to how many characters you wish to portray in these dialog driven yarns, i leave that up to you. the mystique of the third party character is quite enjoyable as proven in the past, but does leave me feeling curious about them.

    peace.
    | Posted on 2007-08-10 00:00:00 | by Pietro | [ Reply to This ]
      Hi Bill,

    I enjoyed this conversation type of piece. Especially the characters you decided to choose. I think it represents two parts of our society; the people who want to tell a story and the ones who do not want to hear it. The people who have the power and the will to say something that has or has no impact on people's lives and the one who doesn't give a damn what other people have to say to them. It's just something in your piece that made me think for a little while.

    I also like the part where you've transformed the whole therapy environment into a place of hell or so i think it has become hell. I'd think therapy is hell too. My sis was suppose to go there because she had some anger issues but i told my dad that's it's no use to go to people who can either bring you back to your senses or further you away from reality.

    That's what i got from your piece and that's what it made me think. I really liked the tone you've used in this piece. It had conviction and persuation for me to read the ending of this piece.

    Cheers,

    Irina
    | Posted on 2007-08-09 00:00:00 | by charmedidentity | [ Reply to This ]
      Hi Bill -

    Recycling titles, are we? That one looks awfully familiar. I liked your prose this time, as much as your poetry, and the title is perfect for it. I like how your devil/career counselor guy is so keen on the ironic.

    I guess because I'm a teacher, is why these two parts hit home:

    "My God! I’ve got to learn what I’d like the world to unlearn" Funny but unlearning is at least half the battle.

    "Then again, maybe he discovered the pitfall of being a therapist, counselor, minister, teacher…people fall in love with how you make them feel"
    Does that apply to poets and prose writers, as well?

    The end was sad, though. I didn't want it to be hell. But then maybe I'm just an idealist.

    Annie
    | Posted on 2007-08-08 00:00:00 | by annie0888 | [ Reply to This ]


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