Thursday, June 25, 2009

Meander

(flawnt suggested I write something about obsession, so I gave it a try)

Things are a little out of hand. Information fills room after room after room. I have no bloody idea where I am. I have your photo, but the navigational coordinates are difficult to interpret. Where the hell are you, anyway? I don’t like mazes – too much like that Greek myth. Gee, you have remarkable eyes. I’m always struck by them. I’ve been known to hold my breath – it seems wrong to exhale. And you smile as if the world makes you happy. I’ve always liked that about you, how approachable you are, how unassuming. It’s adorable. Everyone says so. You don’t answer emails, though, and that’s a bit disappointing, a tiny imperfection. Did you know that every Persian carpet includes a flaw so as not to offend God? Did you know that you can track an IP address from an email? Of course, what do you do with an IP address? You have to be the CIA to take it farther. Do you think that artists have a divine calling? Do you think you have a divine calling? What would you call it, then? I think you are too modest, but it’s a charming quality. No wonder you’re so popular. Did you know that your entire life opens and unfolds like a map on the World Wide Web? Information fills room after room after room. Did I say that before? Your hair looks much better short, by the way. Long doesn’t suit you. You should always keep that in mind. I’ve been meaning to ask – how do you decide where to break a line of poetry? By syntax? Logic? Breath? Rhythm? Or is it purely by the way the text looks on the page? That always puzzles me, where to break. The lines just want to keep going and going and turn the corner and keep going... Sometimes the words get loose altogether and it’s a nightmare trying to impose order. It’s brutal, what that does to me. I’m not like everyone else, you see. I’m complicated. Whimsy has its place, but can’t you ever be serious? You really should be serious. This is a serious matter.

I know where you live.

9 comments:

  1. Ha
    Liked this very much. Was thinking, she should have some line breaks here, going to be difficult to read...But...It wasnt, it was perfect!

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  2. wow now thats who i remember from days gone by. keep writing never cocoon this talent again

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  3. grrrreat piece, alice. you're bad, that's good. you know where i live, that's comforting, Big Sister.

    wonderful writing, translucent images from one who was a werewolf in her youth.

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  4. Great writing and suitably scary, too, Alice.
    You could make this into a novel; a short story at least.
    Keep it up!!

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  5. Thanks for your nice comments everyone.

    cynsheis: Yeah, I thought that running it altogether might give a sense of borderline insanity.

    flawnt: I was hoping i was a vampire in my youth..

    zen: scary thing is, I'm talking about a real person and I have actually tried tracing an IP and finding a real physical address! thankfully i'm not nutty enough to actually stalk. i'm low-key nutty.

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  6. Nutty or not, Alice, it was a good piece.
    Besides, who says the great writers of the past were at all sane anyway? Using real life to inspire creative work is NORMAL. My short story, Seminar, was written entirely about a real event; I just changed the outcome a bit. I worry a little it might one day be found and cause trouble..

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  7. contemplating writing something myself that might cause trouble somewhere down the line. should i live dangerously?

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  8. This reminds me of a letter my friend received from a girl who was obsessed with my friend's relationship with her boyfriend. It was creepy...

    I think borderline insanity is conveyed very well without the breaks. The girl's letter was written like that, too.

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