Extended metaphor from the lowlands
Ian M
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Meaning is always sloshing round the edges, looking for a chance to flow in through our fault lines to inundate the lowland pools.
It requires a constant effort to maintain the structures necessary to limit the imperfections to a slow trickle which can be harnessed to irrigate our vast monocultures of over-sustenance.
That is the meaning of definition itself: the word dammed from outside influence, forcibly denied access to its broader kind beyond bounds until it dries up like a puddle under the sun.
Most of us are haunted by the images of cascading chaos that would mark the immediate Unleash of meaning, groaning so vast and deep by now around us that we have to shout to make ourselves heard over the mighty drowning sound. Many of us will fail to recognise that a flood is merely a wish waiting to be granted, that the postponement of the water’s deepest desire is an invitation to be swallowed in ecstatic euphoria when the gift can be withheld no longer.
Perhaps a few will learn how best to unplug their dykes in such a way as to avoid engulfment. Perhaps these will be the same to lead the way to higher grounds. Perhaps they will find that they prefer the navigation of this strange, unpredictable element. Perhaps they will be the ones - At Last! - to shrug off the final vestiges and learn the great secret:
Saturation
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You can find a short history for this piece here:
http://ruggedindoorsman.wordpress.com/2007/01/30/simple-desires/
Please feel free to browse the rest of the site. You may recognise bits and bobs from these pages in the past. Now they have been immortalised, (though they were on paper to begin with) Yay!
Plug over.
It requires a constant effort to maintain the structures necessary to limit the imperfections to a slow trickle which can be harnessed to irrigate our vast monocultures of over-sustenance.
That is the meaning of definition itself: the word dammed from outside influence, forcibly denied access to its broader kind beyond bounds until it dries up like a puddle under the sun.
Most of us are haunted by the images of cascading chaos that would mark the immediate Unleash of meaning, groaning so vast and deep by now around us that we have to shout to make ourselves heard over the mighty drowning sound. Many of us will fail to recognise that a flood is merely a wish waiting to be granted, that the postponement of the water’s deepest desire is an invitation to be swallowed in ecstatic euphoria when the gift can be withheld no longer.
Perhaps a few will learn how best to unplug their dykes in such a way as to avoid engulfment. Perhaps these will be the same to lead the way to higher grounds. Perhaps they will find that they prefer the navigation of this strange, unpredictable element. Perhaps they will be the ones - At Last! - to shrug off the final vestiges and learn the great secret:
Saturation
---
You can find a short history for this piece here:
http://ruggedindoorsman.wordpress.com/2007/01/30/simple-desires/
Please feel free to browse the rest of the site. You may recognise bits and bobs from these pages in the past. Now they have been immortalised, (though they were on paper to begin with) Yay!
Plug over.
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Plug over. Again.