A Little Wayward Writing

It has only ocurred to me in retrospect how ridiculously (and unintentionally) full of sublimated Freudian imagery my previous post is. Kind of hilarious to me, now, that I look upon it. Incidentally, for anyone reading this blog through my Facebook feed, you won't get the full ASCII effect unless you visit the blogspot page.

Anyway, been a wretchedly long time since my previous post, and the remaining unrelated bits about my New York trip are rapidly becoming ancient history, though still well worth telling. Too bad that's not what I'm going to do today.

Was thinking about how writing, and language, and in particular English (for me, at least until I properly learn French), has this wonderful potential rhythm and cadence and lyricism, and how really rarely it is exploited in ordinary speech, and even your run of the mill generic prose. So I was thinking about trying my hand, absurdly, foolishly, self-indulgently, at crafting a little bit of, well, I suppose you might call it... poetry. But, bah, labels. They're not worth the paper they're printed on.

So today I just wanted to see if I could, you know, fool around with my own internal perception, my own "palatal" conception, of cadence, of rhythm, of flow and sonality.... and determine whether I can, perhaps with some luck, produce a fragment halfway... erhmmmm... well, you know what I mean. And, whatever you do, please don't take the following too seriously.

The Troll Who Lost His Way

There was a troll, once upon a day, who felt the ground upon his way, and in his act of feeling lost his trail through fleeting fitful glimpses of the ceiling, the dusty draughty fitful fleeting glimpses of sweet sky-filled ceiling, which wistful, wanton, wondrous misty sight that sailed into his eyes, went whither when it could and would, and did take from him his sight, said troll, now made unseeing, and he, unfeeling, left lonely listless leering bits of sadenned, madenned, hurt and tearing, bits all verging on the meaning of becoming ill and searing, all this felt while fraught in tarnished badlands, old and bleary, blistered weary, sadenned by the deadly dreary death-filled heath and hearthless fear-inducing blasted busted bested crested nightmarish nested homes of vicious, mongrel wispsy men and things all dead and scarry, snarly spiteful spitting acid seething creatures full of hate and bile, clinging long along the walls of crumbly cracked and splintered halls, and falling castles and towers tall, old things all, and always falling, down into the splintered bramble-crackly and fire-eaten, storm-wind beaten, wounded, wimpering, haunted, helpless, heathen bogs and fogs and windy paths 'twixt broken logs, down and down, he, sightless, fell, this trollish beast who meant no harm and by and by broke his arm, and leg, and teeth, and neck and back and tore his skin and split his limbs, and there and then upon a blackened, blasted, burned and wasted, sharp and painful mound of hay, he lay and lay and sighed and stayed.

Day in and out and out and in, the days passed long and harsh and thin, and man and woman, beast and bird, passed by the broken troll, now burned and bruised and beaten, all sick and sad and eaten, all lean and mean and all alone, they passed by him one and all, and built above him stone by stone, by wood and beams, by sweat and blood and tears and fear, a tower tall and great and wide, and step by step the tower rose, each step above the one before another testament to wealth and more, and prosperous kings and queens and lords gushed gold and gems and treasures for this tower that, above our troll, just grew and grew in fame and lore, but always in that place remained, beneath the dark and musty base, below the lowest stone and brace, a single, broken, unwanted troll, hurt and sick and all disdained, a troll who, one sad and distant day, his fingers down upon his trail, his mind and soul both torn and frail, glanced upwards till his eyes did fail, and then forever lost his way.

Well, there it is. I have no fucking idea what it means. Hope you liked it!