Out There March 29, 2007
Posted by david in Creative Fiction, Creative Non-Fiction.1 comment so far
L: Did you hear that?
R: No (sighing) I din’t hear anything.
(Long Pause)
L: I don’t believe you. (Long Pause) I really don’t- I’m allways hearing noises, all the time. They come from Out There.
R: Your crazy.
L: (lost in thought) Sometimes they are loud, and sometimes they are soft. Sometimes they make me afraid, but most of the time they make me feel wonderful on the inside….And sometimes I feel like someone is Out There trying to talk to me. (pause) You really think I’m crazy?
R: Yes.
L: You really can’t hear the noises?
R: Of course I hear the noises, but the noises don’t come from Out There. They come from In Here. Look around you, In Here is allways moving too, right?
L: Right.
R: Why does In Here move?
L: (excited) Beacause Out There is moving!?
R: (agrivated) No. It is so simple I don’t know why you can’t figure this out. It is becuase we are allways moving and we are allways making sounds, they bounce off of the edge of In Here and come back to us. Its just us. We are it. There is no “Out There”.
(long pause)
L: What if…
R: What if what?
L: If you really think that In Here moves because we move, and makes sounds becuase we make sounds. And I think that there is an Out There and that Out There is not empty but in fact very full…Why don’t we just…
R: Just what?
L: Be still…
(Long Pause)
R: No.
L: Why not?
R: Becuase I’m…
(Pause)
L: Yes…
R: Afraid.
[allright kids so the premise of this dialogue, i acctually got from my friend harry tees. we were sitting in a hotel in turkey talking about treasure and he had this what if idea of a dialogue set in an interesting place and how it is a picture of our real lives...anyways he ended ip saying the first two lines of what i just wrote. the rest is my original writing, and the story is shaped a lot by what God is teaching me in my life right now.
give me some feedback. tell me what you think In Here is and who R and L are. (i would offer ice cream but nobody like ice cream anymore it seems) honestly i love writing on this blog but i love it even more when people give me feedback on it.]
post written by a friday night server coming down from the adrenalin and brisk ice tea of boston pizza…i need something real to eat March 23, 2007
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fire burning
cold twisting
empty places and
sun rising…
happy birthday mr. shoe March 19, 2007
Posted by david in Creative Non-Fiction, Poetry.2 comments
happy birthday mr shoe
i just wondered if you knew
the people at bp’s
said come to work please
so you don’t have to share honey with the pooh
(breath)
happy birthday mr shoe
what on earth is new with you
friends have i none
to share such fun
so thats why i am talking to you
(in wal-mart)
my .5 hero March 16, 2007
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i think my .5-hero is dr. gregory house. sometimes i would really like to knock people over with a laser sharp quip, or walk away from mases of people with the wheels in their heads furiously turning. sarcasm to the extreme. and of course being able to pull that needle out of the haystack and scream at the top of your lungs ”boo-ya…i fixed it!” also, wouldn’t it be nice to live outside of the north american boundaries for acceptable social behaviour. it would ”like” to have all of these things but some of them very easily lead to love of power. which is bad.
but the thing i admire about house, is that he is so incredibly passionate about one thing. “[he has] that one thing that hits him so hard and so true” – he can’t rest until he solves the rubix cube. he’s obsessed.
this isn’t supposed to be a review of his character because i don’t think i have his insides all worked out (there’s drugs and pain and all sorts of stuff in there). do you think house loves? (i kinda think he does, because deep deep down i think he has to have a high value for human life).
my point: he’s inspiring because he is an one of the best examples of casting off all the backround noise to obtain the goal. my goal is to different…that’s why he’s only .5-hero.
… March 13, 2007
Posted by david in Creative Non-Fiction.1 comment so far
1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
3He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.
4Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
fit as a banjo March 11, 2007
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tomorrow i’m going to go for a run, then when i’m fit as a banjo i’ll walk right into boston pizza and apply for a job as a food transpertation specialist
a light wind, very fresh, was begining to stir… March 11, 2007
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i once said that starting a new phase in your life is like opening a book to a new page, clean and white — but i think its more like a plot of earth in the spring. its broken up (still wet with dew), turned to the fresh air and prepared for the seeds of a new season.
i don’t think our lives are as determinably scientific as a new page, clean and white. and even though the thought of grasping our own universe might sound nice, the tension and dynamics of our organic lives allways seem to turn to beauty in the end. leaving us standing in awe of our wonderful God.
