Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Flight

Supposing is an awfully awful thing to do.
Acceptance: Now that is much more appropriate.
Wonder: Maybe even better. 
This is where hunger is essential, and thirst is only ever satisfied with another crash of another wave, is where the deepest of sleeps is possible.  Even then, who sleeps nowadays?

Fingers and hair curl oh so naturally, and the wind seems to be enough for breakfast. Clothes become soaked and crisped, drenched and parched repetitively but in the best sense. Worries have mostly to do with whether the nearing waves are full of dinner or predator, although either are welcomed with open arms and sails. 

Perhaps the easiest supposition is that this will not last forever. After all, what starts this abruptly will certainly end as such. 

"Let's be nothing," she says, drunk from sun and sangria. "I hear it lasts forever."

Their voices float across the salty scape and drift along, effortlessly yet purposefully, through the atmosphere, past the cumulus, and into whatever they believed was above that for the moment. Not heaven exactly, but some place where it is always dusk and their glasses are never empty and the music is one guitar that he plays not well, but decently, and skins are always tanned, and everyone has a way of communicating without too much certainty or language in general.  

I suppose we flew there, to that place, in that time, but I wonder still if I could call it mine. 

1 comment:

  1. The photo in the background was both appropriately selected and placed as it communicates the theme to the reader by itself before the text is read.

    The contrast between the white text and the dark background make it easy to read and also suggests the contrasting nature of the post title and the post contents. While the title doesn't at first seem to be appropriate given the nature of the blog, it does add an immediate comparison without the reader having to actually make the connection in the writing.

    The same concept applies to the title of the blog as a whole. The reference or nod to the famous poem allows the blog to make extra connections and comparisons. There are also several lines that nod to poetry such as, "I suppose we flew there, to that place, in that time, but I wonder still if I could call it mine." The rhythm and the rhyme of this line call back to the poem of the blog title. In this way the different elements of the blog are constantly calling forth other elements and making connections so that as a result it seems to be one living entity.

    Several elements also make the blog dreamlike: the idealized picture in the background, the repetition of the picture, the blog description at the bottom of the page, the blog and post titles, and the content of the blog itself. The dreamlike qualities help the elements flow into one another so that the text is not disjointed or halting.

    The alignment of the background photo with the post text and the content of the post itself points the reader to an adventure on the sea. The bow seems to be directed at the space between land masses and an escape the space implies.

    The lack of a photo is a missed opportunity to set up more comparisons/contrasts/connections.
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