Wow, this was resonant and almost imagist. How you likened to the white noise in Post-Modern society was brilliant and the silences. This has left me with a lot to ponder. Its great to read your work again, Sel
all the white powder
all the white dust
in each conversation
all the white ghosts
of inclement snow
if they weren't discussed
then where did they go?
i dont know how heavy snowflakes are, but based on this piece, i'd guess they'd weigh just the same as words.... some big and clunky, and hit you with hailstones of profundity, striking you dumb like... like... yeah angelo, a sledgehammer. some are light and feathery and oh so fluffy, artistic and articulate, no two alike floating from the heavens onto an outstretched tongue, to melt and disappear from the warmness of breath. but i wouldnt know, i've never even seen snow. i guess its that time of the year around yer parts? lucky you.
how do you do that?
how do you make this about snowflakes and yet also about those awkward moments in conversation that cannot be weighed or measured despite the fact they could shackle you to the bottom of the sea given opportunity.
perhaps unsaid thoughts do too?
i dont know.
i do know that i am no where near as pissed off right now as i was last night even though i havent been given opportunity to say what i needed to say to a certain person.
why am i not as worked up as i was?
has the thought evapourated? i think not because given the opportunity i think i would still say my piece.
the beauty of the moment is forgotten.
when we were kids snow was the most magical thing. now for me its still magical coz i never see it enough to be sick of it but for those who live in places where snow dictates everything in winter im quite sure that there is no magic left...
this thought is a double edged sword bill and it has killed me.
I've always believed in the strength of the foundation that keeps your pieces standing, but I don't think I've ever seen them as capitalized on as they are now. This is one of those pieces who prove to be smartly created because, other than letting the words become the bridge for the thought to cross on, you turned the words into floatation devices and allowed the winds of your reader's consciousness to draw (or push... whatever is your fancy) the heart of the piece to the other side. I'm not really against being widely extravagant because I think that that shows more artistry, but, some times, like in cases like this, artistry comes with restrain and sophistication - two things that you exemplified quite well.
The harshness or coldness of the snow... if they are not discussed, where would they go? But of course. What of the memories of that harshness... what of them? What of humanity's imperfections... if they weren't discussed, where would they go?
Well sure, snow melts, blood dries up or gets cleaned by a rug and pain even pain can be covered up by time. But before that happens, snow can freeze your heart, blood can flow with your life in the holes of your body and pain can break you inside if you don't learn from it. Yes, we human beings must talk and connect with certain things in order for us to truly move on with our lives. Words are necessary whether they be from the dictionary or from our fists. They must be said and they must be made heard. For the world can learn from them as well.
But of course, I cannot disregard the double nature of your piece... the one that might be saying "...where do they go? Nowhere. To the nothingness of a forgotten memory." And that to brings virtue. There are some snow flakes don't need to be tasted to be appreciated, wounds don't need to be re-opened for us to keep on learning from it and pain needs no acknowledgement when there are more important things to be dealt with.
I guess that it's merely a matter of good judgement. Yes yes?
Anyway, thank you for saving me from a brain dead afternoon Bill. It's always nice to have you around.
This is clever and really made me think
My answer I guess would be the snowflakes turned to water and as water always is
It is the most important ingrediant to life
Without it there would be no mlife
It was so Good to see you Posting again
It has been ahile
I too havent osted in almost a year
Its definately time to start posting again
Please keep in touch