I've never liked the word Autumn. It sounds pretentious. I can't even think it except in a snobby British accent. The word Fall is better, much earthier, muddy and simple: an outdoors word. You can jump in it like a puddle.
Here's something a little silly, like puddle-jumping; something real, something Fall-ish. There is nothing sweeter than getting successfully from A to B at top speed in rotten weather. I wrote it today (with unusual exuberance).
Warhorse
Toqued, jacketed, coccooned in a construct
(roarings and rattlings, aluminum and rubber tires, immunity to Storm: a Vehicle)
I hurtle through the minor tempests of 8th avenue,
Sudden Deluges -
the sky -
the Atmosphere
fling themselves at me -
they are dashed to pieces!
roiling clouds of vapor boiling behind juggernaut dump trucks engulf me -
they are repulsed.
Droplets creep through cracks in armor, droplets seep through traitorous vents:
(open
shut
openshutopen
shut.)
In my wake, there is Diaspora, a displacement, a scattering of leaves
(vibrant scraps of orange, yellow tatters, threads, shreds: Tree-garments)
I am Quixote on Rocinante,
we are indomitable, inextinguishable, indelible,
we have triumphed, victory is ours,
we have won the day, we have won!
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I really should've been working on homework, but I can't focus when I have a good idea.
Interesting write there, James. Very different from your usual style, but I like it. It has the effect of a boiling, burbling afternoon, and when I was done reading it I tasted rain. And victory. Cool.
ReplyDeleteAlmost warrants a William Wallace "Freeeedom!"
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDeleteI do prefer "autumn" to "fall," though. Fall makes me think of going down, and bruises and scrapes, and descent, and endings. Autumn seems majestic and colourful.
I like the parallelism it has with "Spring".
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