A Fragment

[Comshaw]

I liked the water motif, and that everything for him attained a kind of fluidity, present but always flowing, ebbing.

I’ve begun to be fascinated with vignettes, short pieces like this, like poetry. Poetry is emotion, moment-borne and then perishes. Thank you for this!

It's the beginning of a story I've worked on for a long time "River Voices". River voices are a very haunting thing to hear. It's an auditory illusion made by the sound of rushing water. It happens a lot when people stay close to a noisy stream alone. After a time the water noise begins to sound like a group of people just around the bend talking, but not clear enough to be intelligible. As someone who has spent much time fishing alone on local rivers, I've heard them numerous times. Native Americans said they were river spirits. I can see why. It always raised the hair on my neck when I heard them, as if they were trying to tell me something but I just couldn't understand what they were trying to say.

Comshaw

 

[femboitessa]

It's the beginning of a story I've worked on for a long time "River Voices". River voices are a very haunting thing to hear. It's an auditory illusion made by the sound of rushing water. It happens a lot when people stay close to a noisy stream alone. After a time the water noise begins to sound like a group of people just around the bend talking, but not clear enough to be intelligible. As someone who has spent much time fishing alone on local rivers, I've heard them numerous times. Native Americans said they were river spirits. I can see why. It always raised the hair on my neck when I heard them, as if they were trying to tell me something but I just couldn't understand what they were trying to say.

Comshaw

Yes the voices! We tend to forget that there others ways of knowing, others worlds that are revealed by these different forms of knowing. And how beautiful, how dark, how mysterious the world becomes, but many tend to see the world so literally, too the point that they expect the stories we tell to conform to things they already understand.

Have you read Virginia Woolf’s story, A Haunted House? It’s a difficult read, but it’s so beautiful in its evocation of worlds that aren’t visible to the naked eye!

Thank you for your opening vignette!

 

[femboitessa]

Here is another vignette, it has not beginning, nor is it intended to go on.. it’s just a moment:

That Sunday, a dark wind signalled its intentions from afar. The coffin was lowered deep into the earth. The clouds loomed closer in, and the ladies’ scarves fluttered wildly and then fled the scene. He watched as each of the six black scarves flew off, relieved of their duties, and hastily outstretched hands, fingers straining to catch the errant fabric, an involuntary movement forward, a resentful moan, then turning back to the proceedings, reluctantly, as the rope was retrieved from the grave, hands reaching up to dab a tear or two, eyes that made one last darting movement in the direction of the licentious black scarves.

A hired violinist played the Ciaccona from Bach’s Solo Violin Partita in D Minor. Then, the excruciating culmination of Bach’s masterpiece. The breaking of his heart, he knew, was part of the performance. So, he watched as the musician gesticulated, contorted under the plaintive cry of the violin, teased, the tortured cadences, under the veiled eyes of those present.