Request Line: Seagull
Jul. 5th, 2005 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensA couple of weeks ago I proposed to start up a request line. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chrissie_linnit responded: "I remember once, long time ago now over on the BC&S Board, Molloch commenting on the vastness and clarity of the Australian I presume, outback nightime sky, unpolluted by the artificial light of man. [...] However, I have yet to find a single piece of prose or poetry that puts down in words that experience or the emotions it evokes in one."
I'm a slow writer, so it took me some time to get the words right and still I'm not quite sure this is what was requested.
"Standing on the square with her eyes closed, she can hear the wind blow. She can feel it tousle up her hair. A lone seagull shrieks. It has fled from the cold sea, where food is scarce in winter. It's her sign. She hears a soft murmur when buildings around her collapse. Like sand castles that get eaten by the sea, they fall. A second cry from the seagull tells her it's time to open her eyes. There is nothing left but sand. The wind blows it against her legs. The only thing that moves is her and the horizon, dancing up and down at the end of her vision. She feels grand and humble at once, for she wants to command this, but she knows she cannot. It will command her, it will deny her, it will let her know that every existence is always futile."
chrissie_linnit responded: "I remember once, long time ago now over on the BC&S Board, Molloch commenting on the vastness and clarity of the Australian I presume, outback nightime sky, unpolluted by the artificial light of man. [...] However, I have yet to find a single piece of prose or poetry that puts down in words that experience or the emotions it evokes in one."I'm a slow writer, so it took me some time to get the words right and still I'm not quite sure this is what was requested.
"Standing on the square with her eyes closed, she can hear the wind blow. She can feel it tousle up her hair. A lone seagull shrieks. It has fled from the cold sea, where food is scarce in winter. It's her sign. She hears a soft murmur when buildings around her collapse. Like sand castles that get eaten by the sea, they fall. A second cry from the seagull tells her it's time to open her eyes. There is nothing left but sand. The wind blows it against her legs. The only thing that moves is her and the horizon, dancing up and down at the end of her vision. She feels grand and humble at once, for she wants to command this, but she knows she cannot. It will command her, it will deny her, it will let her know that every existence is always futile."
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:37 pm (UTC)I thought you were already in Montreal! ;- )
Chani
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:46 pm (UTC)And then I won't arrive there until 9:00 pm local time, so that's what? 3 in the morning of Thursday!
I think that when I get back you'll be in Jordan, so have a nice trip, then!
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:55 pm (UTC)Bisous
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:17 pm (UTC)Be safe, be good, take lots of pics...
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:23 pm (UTC)You can email it to me if you want!
;- )
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:53 pm (UTC)Her feelings are exactly what I was trying to reach for... the feeling of being both "... grand and humble...". She is as great and glorious as the brightest star up there in the universe, but as small and simple as a grain of sand. A part of both and yet removed. She exists in that moment. Her breath, her heartbeat, they are in rhythm with the seas and skies. Worlds can come tumbling down, but they are as the grains of sand, a moment.As inconsequential as her existence. But so beautiful.
I can almost see the icon that should go with this piece of prose Frances. The shot of Buffy at the end of Chosen, with the enigmatic Mona Lisa smile. Hair shifting in the breeze, eyes faraway gazing to the horizon.
I shall go down to the beach after gym tomorrow and try to be her, for a moment anyways.
Thank you. *hugs*