obsessed with time

Spomenka

sittin at the desk in the room
all around me people talking
we all feel our doom
there's not much time left

staring at the floor
where are the ceilings?
is it to hard to look up?
someone knocks the door
there's not much time left

a bug near my shoe-lace
too afraid to live
cannot give it space
who am i to give?
time is running out

living like a stranger
kiss my life goodbye
others don't feel danger
others cannot cry
time is leaving me

take your time and tell me
why you're so afraid
'there is not much time
with this life cannot trade
time is not my friend'

try to cease the moment
and then let it go
embrace all the torment
and don't watch the floor
time is all around you
but time cannot tell
when you are prepared

.....


this is what i wrote, straight out of my mind, without much thinking about it.
i may continue this some other time,
but for now, this is it

FinsburyParkCarrots

Until the dawn of railway mania in Britain in the mid 19th century different regions and localities had different times...it was the advent of trains that once and for all forced the necessity of absolute national time and the observatorial definition of fixed time "zones"...and a shared reality as a construct of timed experience... time as an ideological construct....
A book like Dickens' "Dombey and Son" (1847-8) shows peoples' fascinations with trains, railway clocks, watches and the passing of time as measured out in a new commercial, mechanised, exploitative age... one is interested not just in the way time is represented fictively in the novel but conversely how the novel shows time to be a fiction...
modernist literature uses temporal displacement...flashbacks, flashforwards and narratorial "temporal autonomy" to disrupt the mechanistic empiricist notion, of the way time moves as if our lives head chronologically and inexorably to death...one can through a moment of epiphany or eclaircissiment live many times in the same moment, beyond the quantification and ordering of all moments past present and future, and the fictive portrayal of human consciousness can catch how time embraces subjective, universal and streamlike-eternal potentiality of experience....

I like your piece. It's got me thinking and good art should always have that effect on people.

casper leblanc

Spomenka, I really like your writing. Unlike many others, you say a lot with few words and don't hide behind loads of adjectives and metaphors. That's a gift...

dyaogirl

There was a young lady of Wight,
Who travelled much faster than light,
She departed one day,
In a relative way,
An arrived on the previous night.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Originally posted by dyaogirl
There was a young lady of Wight,
Who travelled much faster than light,
She departed one day,
In a relative way,
An arrived on the previous night.

No need ever to wonder why I love ya so, dyao!

Yellow

holy cow, i'm driving down the road yesterday, and i see this woman 20 years my seniora, and it struck me that she would find my present tense, like SO 1980's....

like omg, gag me with a psychedelic spoon...

Spomenka

Originally posted by pearlwax
Spomenka, I really like your writing. Unlike many others, you say a lot with few words and don't hide behind loads of adjectives and metaphors. That's a gift...

*blush*

LinaMarquez

i love the title