Week 9 20th Century Lit.
My idea for this week is to try and write a little something with Orwell's essay in mind. So I'm going to try a little piece avoiding old phrases and trying to put ideas forward in a new way. Let me know how I go.
Searching for fresh metaphors.
Doubt has taken up residence in my mind like the first wasp that builds it's nest doubt begins to thrive.
Fear lives in my heart, one day it will spread as moss slowly covers a rock till there is no rock visible, so to fear forms its crust around my soul.
Foundations that once seemed stable are shot through with worry like veins of precious metal traced through mines.
Is there no way to remove doubt? exorcise it like a demon?
What can break through fear? Could it be battered down like gates before a ram?
Can no way be found to dissolve worry? Can it be cut away like a cancer or melted like iron?
How do you fix the remains of life? Is there no mortar to rebuild these walls?
Will no-one save me from this body of uncertainty? Am I forever to be nailed to the tree of shame?
Eating bread and drinking water doesn't seem a suffcient solution.
So I sit, like a wombat beside a road, waiting for the danger to clear before its dash to safety.
That'll do, not sure how I actually went, is there an origional thought there? is the meaning clear? I think in places it is... I'll leave it as it. Hope it hasn't been a completely dull read.
This weeks little comment: http://giovanna68.livejournal.com/8784.html?view=5968#t5968
Searching for fresh metaphors.
Doubt has taken up residence in my mind like the first wasp that builds it's nest doubt begins to thrive.
Fear lives in my heart, one day it will spread as moss slowly covers a rock till there is no rock visible, so to fear forms its crust around my soul.
Foundations that once seemed stable are shot through with worry like veins of precious metal traced through mines.
Is there no way to remove doubt? exorcise it like a demon?
What can break through fear? Could it be battered down like gates before a ram?
Can no way be found to dissolve worry? Can it be cut away like a cancer or melted like iron?
How do you fix the remains of life? Is there no mortar to rebuild these walls?
Will no-one save me from this body of uncertainty? Am I forever to be nailed to the tree of shame?
Eating bread and drinking water doesn't seem a suffcient solution.
So I sit, like a wombat beside a road, waiting for the danger to clear before its dash to safety.
That'll do, not sure how I actually went, is there an origional thought there? is the meaning clear? I think in places it is... I'll leave it as it. Hope it hasn't been a completely dull read.
This weeks little comment: http://giovanna68.livejournal.com/8784.html?view=5968#t5968