The Clock
Turning out the light, the darkness ambushed like a tidal wave of nothingness. A darkness so thick it makes the ears hum deep inside. In this bleak suffocation one sound is noticed, a sound that seems to come form the back of the inside of the head, a monotonous thud, a precise, and cold and relentless tick and tock. A clock. Suddenly time is noticed. Time, time is detected, time has made itself known. The light is turned back on and the clock located. this time piece, this announcer of time with its FACE and its HANDS, face and hands, a face and hands on the wall telling the world that time has passed. Just like these hands. these calloused, scared hands, skin not quite so supple, and fingers not quite so fast. And this face, turning the head sideways and looking into the mirror, this face also presenting to the world a passing of time. The crows feet around the eyes, and subtle dusting of grey in the stubble. Time passed. where did it go, surely there is more to suggest the passing of time than these decaying face and hands? tick-tock-tick-tock-tiCK-toCK-TICK-TOCK-TI C K - T O C K. The clock is taken off the wall, the battery removed. the light turned off and the darkness regains its assault once more.
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Day 5 - Prose. (never done it, dont know if it is even it or not!!)
WHY
I encourage you all to listen this, I love witnessing creativity happen so close! I have the uttermost respect for anyone who can write, and to write a book - well I am simply in awe!!
The author here is a beautiful man, and an incredibly talented writer. I am no intelectual, and fear that i could not say good enough things about his writing, but I will say that he has me hooked! I love his style and his flow, I love how he describes people, and I love the characters he gives us. I simply want MORE.
If you like a good rad, and you like intelligent, quirky, funny, deep reading, then you will love this as I do.
Audio reading - The Sigh and Tender Divine (opening three chapters)
— Imagine a world where on meeting someone for the first time it was customary to reveal a little something of yourself; a glance behind the veil’s veil to what is hidden, and to receive a little of the same in return. I know it was unkind, and I remember having many internal struggles with myself as to why I did this, but when I was younger I just loved to make people feel paranoid —
John Vannai © 2011 Conville & Walsh
Source: bearingmypoordiction
