This entry in our poetry packet caught my interest, not because of the title or the length, or the way the words flowed but simply because of how curvy and different the letter "I" looked. The text has this vine wrapped around it and the "I" is cursive and delicate to plant's embrace.
So I proceed to read...
Upon finishing the last section, I take another read through and let my mind interpret what it has just been fed.
As the narrator goes through the passage explaining her daily chores, well, stating them rather - there's a sense of time is frozen - still. Everything is serene. The setting reminds me of how you can here a fly buzzing and hit the window when the house a dead quiet. Everything moves in slow motion almost. She has a keen eye and feeling for detail:
"...some handkerchiefs fluttered; the drawers didn't close, the faucets dripped, the paint peeled, the walls cracked, the books tilted over,"
I wouldn't doubt that the narrator also had the ability to feel each follicle of her hair growing out of the top of her head!
I get the vibe that maybe she's floating the life. She poses philosophical questions and allows her mind to drift and wander. I often do this, question my reason for being here. The human race seem to be so wrapped up in materialistic items of the world and daily regimens and routines...but what is it all for? Where does it all lead? I'm sure every being has pondered these questions.
I strive for an above average grade in college courses. Eat healthy. Cater to friends, work, survive sleep, church on Sundays, attain the pleasures and wealth of the earth, strive and try to follow Jesus and his path - the path of righteousness. But when the lights are out for me, what will be the reward? All the things I attained on earth are not capable of being brought into the after life...if there even is one. What was the purpose? What is the point? School, Job, Family, Love, Pay taxes...then Die. Then your just one less character of the soap opera.
You see, this short story simply expresses our expression of the philosophy of life...
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great response
ReplyDeleteKiki, like you, I often wonder why we strive so hard for things that obviously don't satisfy us and have no long-term impact. As you said, none of the things we do here on earth will matter after "the lights are out"-- except what we decide about Jesus. This is our chance to live with purpose, with a goal, but not in our own feeble strength, but in the power of his love. That's radical, counterculture, and very freeing.
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