hearing / audition
I found that where the world was closest to my ears, I could hear everything. I could hear conversation, parrots squawking, donkey's braying. I heard the rushing of underground rivers and the crackle of fires lighted. Each sound became a meaning, and soon I began to de-code the world.
Listen, here is a village with a hundred people in it, and at dawn they take their cattle to the pastures and at evening they herd them home. A girl with a limp takes the pails over her shoulders. I know she limps by the irregular clank of the buckets. There's a boy shooting arrows -- thwack! thwack! into the padded hide of the target. His father pulls the stopper out of a wine jar.
Listen, there's an elephant chased by a band of men. Over there, a nymph is becoming a tree. Her sighs turn into sap.
Someone is scrambling up a scree slope. His boots loosen the ground under him. His nails are torn. He falls exhausted on some goat grass. He breathes heavily and goes to sleep.
-- jeanette winterson, weight
posted by self_invasion | 11:30 PM
1 Comments:
that all seems pretty gay to me...just teasin' you know how mama loooves the mythology, and the sweet sweet honey...
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