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Bark — Copper
Published: 2014-12-28 18:20:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 681; Favourites: 26; Downloads: 0
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A bitter taste in my mouth, I walked down to the town square. The sky was moving sideways, racing cloud shadows across the ground. Everything was so damned green, fresh, new. I sat on a bench in front of the clock tower and waited. A tank slowly moved down Main Street, firing randomly at the old buildings. Speakers were playing ‘Abaddon’s Bolero’ at full volume. I decided that the bitterness I tasted was copper. Everything seemed to move so slowly under the swift-moving skies. Still, I waited. I waited all day for your ghost to arrive, but you never came. I’d wanted so badly to recapture that old memory. A sickly, small King Kong climbed up the clock tower. Still tasting copper, I went home to our old empty apartment on Church Street. Nothing interesting happens without you here with me. Maybe you’ll come tomorrow.Related content
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Such good writing again. (Sorry I am just catching up on all of your work. Its taking me some time but oh hell its worth it! A rich form you are in. Something about these works is perfectly balanced in its melancholic realism.
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Thank you so much. I've actually been in a horrible slump lately, but maybe I'm easing out now.
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"I decided the bitterness I tasted was copper." So much unstated, but well told, in that line. I very much enjoyed this snippet.
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I like the melancholic tone here. The atmosphere is spot on. "Nothing interesting happens without you here..." I know that feel.
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Thank you very much, I'm glad that I got that across. (Although sorry that you know that feeling...)
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Getting there and not finding what one expects is then better to dream of tomorrows until that time.
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This broke my heart. Which is why I favorited it. Mentally, I think I've been in this scenario. I don't know if the tank or King Kong is meant to be real or imagined. However, I took it as the struggle in the characters head projected onto the world. Awesome work.
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Thank you so much. I think you've got it.
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Love the slowness against the 'swift-moving sky.'
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Pleasure...............I am waiting for an 'update' on your Health????
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Everything's still okay so far... pain under control. Going for chemo again on the fifth. Still losing weight, though. Down to 124 lbs today. Yow!
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New clothes????????
SO glad to hear you are feeling OK
Not losing hair?
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No hair loss yet. Hopefully some new clothes soon!
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This left me feeling completely.....empty....From start to finish.
But I guess,...that is what you were trying to convey?
Well done, in any case. It made an impression upon me.
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Yes, you caught the mood exactly. The emptiness I've felt for almost six years now, since my wife died. It's a recurring theme in much of my work.
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Aww 
For what it's worth,...the saying goes.....It takes at least the same amount of time a couple has been together for one to get over their loss; be it through a death, or a divorce. So hang in there.
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certain sensory inputs can cause a coppery taste.
with me it's a constricted vocal sound made by
particular people in speech or song:
- Johnny Menzies sometimes when speaking
- Alison Goldfrapp on occasion in singing
[as if i was sucking on a penny]
perhaps the copper-ness can work in reverse,
resulting in varied sounds and images?
the inventions of one's senses make for interesting
reading and consideration, Ron.
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Thank you. I really don't know where the copper came from, it just appeared on the page. At least to my conscious mind, it seemed to come out of nowhere. Maybe something lodged in the subconscious?
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that's where all surprises arise from...
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