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Anonymous Assignment - speaking out 10rudyan said Jul 3, 10:46 AM: |
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A bucket falls in the ocean. The only sign of it's passing, a small but widening concentric after the splash… ___________________________________________________________ This post is anonymously posted in response to this assignment. For more details on how this works, also see this anonymous topic assignment.COMMENTING: with this assignment (as with all work posted on Diving Deeper ) it is important that all comments be about the piece, - the writing - how it affects you, what it is about the writing that works for you etc; not to whoever you think or imagine is the 'author' of the piece. ___________________________________________________________ Speaking Out by a nony mouse. A bucket falls in the ocean. The only sign of it's passing, a small but widening concentric after the splash. With a careless shrug, a wave pitches it over. It fills with water. A slow relentless swallowing later, it sinks from sight. It ceases to exist for it's purpose. What holds is now held. Will it be born again on some distant shore at the whimsy of time and tide? Is it nowpart of the endless crawling, a legless inching through millenia? Perhaps the bucket will journey to the center of the earth, or vacation in Atlantis. What if it settles over the window of an interstellarcraft blinding the pilot who crashes into the side of the Marianis Trench? What if? The ocean cares not a whit. An unlikely event in an un-ending horizon that stretches just beyond view. What did thebucket hope to gain? Did it fulfill some purpose? Did it contain the right measure? Perhaps it leaked in an annoying way and deserved this fate of sorts, a petty vengeance amid the everyday chaos. Does the bucket have pangs of regret that it was not a washtub, or something of a much grander utility? Will it get a satisfactory explanation? Who will speak for the bucket? Who is listening? Who cares. Whatever. |
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Re: Anonymous Assignment - speaking out 10rudyan said Jul 5, 3:52 PM: |
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This feels deep to me, perhaps a zen sort of parable: Where did the bucket come from? Where is it going? What purpose is there to any of it? And, Does it matter? |
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Re: Anonymous Assignment - speaking out 10 - part 2rudyan said Jul 6, 2:43 PM: |
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The room was punctuated with rasping and gasping and beeps and trills and the occasional measured footstep…. ___________________________________________________________ As per the suggestion to continue. Note commenting guidelines as above. ___________________________________________________________ Speaking Out by a nony mouse The room was punctuated with rasping and gasping and beeps and trills and the occasional measured footstep. All this centered on a lone bed in a small room. On the bed lie a twisted husk that used to be inhabitied by a cruelly handsome, sneering, domineering, man full of nothing but himself. The handsome was long gone, eaten away from the inside by one or all of the seven deadly sins. He stared into a space no-one could see, and reached out hesitantly picking at cobwebs in the shadows. Now a gasping breath. Then rest for lengthening intervals. At his side stood a lone woman. She looked down at his face sad and grieving, her thoughts a mystery until she spoke quietly into the spaces left by the rasping and the gasping, the beeping and trilling. “Seamus, I wanted to thank you while you still have one ear on this side of the river,” she said. “You taught me so many things over the years.” “Patience.” “Patience is a virtue.” I remember after we first married, I counted the hours and the minutes until you came home. Rarely before midnight. Never sober. It was was good night if you were alone. There were the card games, the raging, the endless beatings, and the inevitable grunts and exhalations of whisky and vomit just above my face. I used to ride the ferris those long nights in my mind, and breathe in the dank salt air of Cony Island and stare up at the stars. Eventually, sleep would come if I were patient. “Kindness.” “While I was having my first miscarriage on the battered linoleum of the kitchen floor, you took the time to call me a cab from Clancy's down the street.” “Tolerance.” “I will always be grateful that you somehow found the strength to overlook my many shortcomings while we were out in public.” “Independance.” “You always had so many important things to do. I was happy to be able to help out by doing laundry and alterations for everyone in the neighborhood. Raising a child in the 40's alone gave me a wonderfull sense of fulfillment. “Joy.” Joy in the morning as I listened to your receding steps down the twisting hall. Happiness every year you forgot my birthday and our anniversary. Glee every Christmas and Thanksgiving you spent with Vinny and the boys. Ah, Seamus, the greatest of these was love. I love how you love me. I've shared it all with your son. Every lesson. You would be proud. |
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Re: Anonymous Assignment - speaking out 10Deleen said Jul 6, 4:15 PM: |
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I love the existentialist leanings of these pieces… |
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Re: Anonymous Assignment - speaking out 10jenni said Jul 22, 4:38 AM: |
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I feel a little intimidated about how to comment. how this makes me feel this writing. |
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