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    dots Submission Name: Familiaritydots

    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.01 - 230/393/145
    Words: 50
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Spurred by a conversation with Fizzlethorpe.

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    And still dusk digs in
    its fingernails.

    I am so many beads
    on taunt strings, but no one
    knows how to use
    an abacus anymore.

    No matter where you turn,
    there is always a ceiling
    when you're in a box.
    Some people find that

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      it's good... solid, weighty.
    | Posted on 2010-02-12 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      "but no one
    knows how to use
    an abacus anymore."

    I do, had one as a child. :) Again, I would have ended it differently. Another two lines like the ones in the opening would have made it really shine for me. But it's already good as it is. I feel sorry that I've overlooked your work. You seem to have something special.
    | Posted on 2008-11-21 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh dear I am so very late it seems.

    I am glad I sparked something like this!

    I just read it twice before even reading the description once...I feel so special now!

    Kind of like that pretty black dress hung up in the closet!

    I ponder a lot why people let themselves get shackled down, and in, and by, and to...It's like this comfort I've never known that the rest of the world revels in.

    I've never really belonged to anyone, or to anywhere, but I look at everybody else and I see that they like to lock into place...just like jigsaw pieces. Even when it means they sacrifice their happiness and dreams - even when it means they'll never be free.

    It's like a sense of obligation, right? Purpose; belonging. But these are falsehoods and in the end the box closes up and soon enough everything is covered in dust.

    When I first browsed this site and stumbled onto you I found all of your works and thought how minimalist they were - how rationed.

    As I kept reading I've grown to realize what I should've immediately - and, largely, why I respect you so much - you treat words with such care.

    It is a great thing that you do, I think, to take words out and polish them just so. To arrange them, just so, and let them shine and sparkle. You're like a curator but infinitely more protective.

    It's funny to me that you mention abacus, then, because simple things are often...shunned. What's more complicated then entanglements and getting trapped inside a box?

    (I am curious which conversation we had sparked this - do remind me!)

    But it isn't just that abacus, is it? You feel like a relic sometimes; glide, glide, glide - but whenever you pause you stop and see how truly different you are.

    An artifact, a statuette, in a world of .jpgs and .mp3s...

    ...a book on a shelf, when everybody else is scroll, scroll, scroll wheeling down pages on a server.

    | Posted on 2008-09-15 00:00:00 | by Fizzlethorpe | [ Reply to This ]
      some people do find that comforting. some people find contentment and peace in being boxed up. some people want to be boxed up so they can see if they would feel such contentment but some people dont fit in boxes at all.

    gah. mr fizz showed me a quote the other day that i cannot help but think of... something about some men just want to watch the world burn or something... ill have to ask him to show it to me again some time...

    taunt beads but no one knows how to use abacus anymore... no one knows how to count on me anymore... can i count on myself? maybe not...

    but the strings are about to break anyways and then what..? the beads will roll away and lie hiding in corners and crevice that very few ever find themselves in... answers lost to darkness...

    im rambling.
    i really like this.
    it makes sense on a level i cannot identify.
    | Posted on 2008-08-23 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      I had to read this a couple of times to myself to let your words deeply sink in
    I believe you are referring to how history always repeats itself or actually you could also be speaking of how you wish life would go back to the way it used to be before age or a certain situation happenend
    Either way I enjoyed this and liked how this comes together
    Though short this write carries a strong wallup
    Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think
    Thank You
    God Bless
    | Posted on 2008-08-23 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      I love the first lines...

    dusk doesn't last long, does it? If I were dusk, I would probably dig in too. Yet dusk is a necessary, it is transitional, or more so, it brings transition.

    I never learned how to use an abacus...
    I still use my fingers (sad but true)...

    What I really like is the image of being like an abacus; all these beads, moving back and forth, spining, and though there is movement there is a frame which must hold these beads in place.

    As to being in the box... I imagine there is comfort to some knowing that no matter which way they turn there is a ceiling, an ending.


    things to think about.

    | Posted on 2008-08-22 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
      some people do find that comforting, those limitations, that order and spatial... security... i think we all have, and define in our own ways.

    an abacus: symbolic of logic, patterns, learned rote perhaps, and you, those uncountable beads, complex and taunt/taut (cool wordplay, by the way).

    | Posted on 2008-08-22 00:00:00 | by discombobulated | [ Reply to This ]

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