Sunday, March 6, 2011

Death and Politics at the end of the world

(This is the next section of my WIP 'Death and Politics at the End of the World'. The first chapter can now be found at the top of the page under it's own page it you want to catch up. It might be helpful to know that you are entering an otherworldly realm as you journey with my character. In my last post, I was asked what genre I was writing in. My response wound up being "Genre... think magical realism meets surrealism meets Quantum Physics meets my imagination and the authors who have influenced me (including Jeanette Winterson!") things happen that are out of the extraordinary at times so be prepared!! If you need to catch up, the first part is in the tabs at the top. In order to preserve some of the fonts I have saved them as png or jpeg files so they may be a little disconcerting... I apologize for that but there was no other way!)

II. Relative State

Voices ping pong,“Crazy”… “Like who?...” “sad, but seems pretty clear…” “got to be nuts…””                                                            
frustrating, bi-bonk, irritating, mind numbing.
“never had trouble…” “everybody loved her…
                                                Think goddamn it. Does it sound like her?
                        “I just never would have thought…”           
                                                                        “just unbelievable…”
Take a few minutes… clu-chunk, out of your own stupid, pitiful lives
                                                listen to me… b-clonk…
            “And to go like that…
Think through “answers” or lies meant to pacify and subdue. Oh my god…
if I could just…
If we had only known…”
Damn it!…                              I should have said…
She’s in a better place…”
what if she…                                                  too late

She’s gone.
A trapeze artist tilting…

I rise, shivering from arctic waters, stumbling onto fluid surface, the sharp edges of miniscule rock cutting my skin. The cusp of a stone catches my toe, causing a rush of blood that drips between my toes. I staunch the flow of blood 
and begin
to move forward.   
A force seems to 

footsteps eerily absent.
My fingertips slide along the wall
a crevice,
arm’s length wide,                                           
a finger’s niche…
a door…                                                                                                  push
A sudden electrical discharge blinds me. A way out! I brace myself, frantic to get out of the darkness. Push! An incision of light. The hinge refuses to give, entombing me in bible black. I drive forward. Another flash quickly quenched. I lean into the obstruction, desperate… PU-U-SH!!! then grip and rattle it in frustration ...
7000 angstroms of radiance flood the room, piercing, tormenting the cornea. Unseeing, grappling forward, I timidly peer at reflected beams, walls sheathed with breastplates of drawers absurdly reflecting a distorted frame funneling to a single massive metal door.
Walls tip and sway  

The door’s protuberance anchors me. I tumble on. A forest of tubular chambers prevents reconnaissance or escape. Quiet movement draws my attention, drawing the focus further in.
A hollow hiss. Words?
Rising, an opaque pane floats overhead, framing familiar bloated water-washed features. “Alexandra.” More depth, higher timber “Alex” recalling a day on the beach, the tide rising, my tiny frame being tugged by the undertow, wanting to turn back, the surge pulling me further and further, my aunt’s frantic voice echoing my terror.
Shrieking her name, I scrape at the obscure seams that run the length of the metallic casket. Fingers throbbing futility, I crumple onto its cool surface.
A thunderous resonance fills my ears, confounding my senses. Snatches of phrases, float toward me, the strange syllables inexplicably intelligible “… kahee-nos' ktis'-is (no longer who she was) … ow-then-teh'-o (under Our authority) …hoop-om-en'-o (abide with Others)… hice al-lay'-lone mel'-os (she belongs with the Others)… “ktis'-is kahee” (she is no longer).  I seek my aunt’s familiar warmth only to face a macabre mask.
I need…
            … out.

I stumble,

                        and fall,
the floor dissipates
                                    beneath me.
Also! a little political blogging on political scene in Wisconsin at Meanderings of a Wandering Mind!!! 


  1. I love the way the graphics really reflect the emotions!

  2. I struggle with my feelings about this post. A part of me feels that this isn't writing anymore but art and that you've created something as artistic as a painting on a wall. But at the same time you've done so with words. Either way, I'm moved by it.

  3. This is very creative. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for the post.

  4. sorry not about this blog - just to say I have a suprise for you over at my blog

  5. Hello lovely person =)

    I should have been saying hello all the while before, but here I am now. As a lover of magical realism in literature and surrealism in art (I have a shrine dedicated to Dali), I very much enjoyed the genre that you've put together here - so avant-garde.

    I've also given you one stylish blog award, because your blog quite deserves it. Here you go!

  6. Meredith: Thank you!

    Lady Fi: As always, your very complimentary. Thank you!!

    Michael: Michael, I have a feeling that you're not the only one who feels that way. I was inspired by Mark Danielewski's style- he is a meta-Fictionist and while I am not interested in writing in the meta-fiction genre I thought it was interesting to play around with fonts. There is also a poetic style which is called Shape poems that I think is interesting- I am not trying to fit into either mold but simply wanted to experiment and wanted to put some new things in my book. I understand though that it doesn't fit into the context of traditional fiction and most writers are going to wonder about it.

    Regina: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

    Hello jys: Thank you for the compliment about my writing and the award!!!

  7. Wow, there's so much feeling in this excerpt! I've never seen fonts used like that in a MS before, very creative!



  8. Thanks Rach! I spent a lot of time finding the perfect fonts for the emotion I was trying to evoke actually. I have more fonts on my computer than I know what to do with actually! :)


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