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Offline Kenilworth

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Remembrance 2
« on: December 17, 2016, 10:59:01 pm »
Slipping easily through the wires.
I remember Ray. Shot off his arm climbing over and could smash green apples with the hand that was left- later blew off his own head on purpose and my grandpa says he really died of carpal tunnel. For the first time in health I can feel that my strongest days are behind me and I know I used up my joints and bones in paying the bills. It is only a little too late that I have understood my real duties, and I remember the poem, “Nothing is simple, not even simplicity. Thus, throwing out the mail, I exchange the simplicity of duty for the complexity of guilt.” I have a friend who says he doesn’t feel guilt (he says too that words cannot hurt anything or anyone). These are popular opinions, and conscience and dignity die away.

Here at the base of the hill are many locust and sassafras trees, and all the sassafras are standing dead. They are full of holes from woodpeckers and have roosts and nests in their hollows of birds and squirrels. I remember that at home my wife painted a little canvas of a dead sassafras before I cut it for kindling. Do our joy in looking at the tree, and the painting of it, atone for my removing it from the cycles of its community? Higher up are poplars, planted by Mead Paper after a clear-cut more than 20 years ago. I remember that even as a child, before I really cared about anything except myself, I wept at the logging of these hills and that my weeping was not only for what I had lost.

Hope cannot survive without a great deal of patience, and I walk just above the lower margin of the poplars and look at the rocky washes with something approaching a calm. Headed west, looking to the right, to the top of the dolomite bench, and on down, into the branch. I do not know, now, who owns this land, has the legal deed. No one knows it as well as my brother and I, but we have never said aloud that it is ours in any sense. It is ours. It is not ours. It cannot be ours because we do not want it, to have. But we love it and so it is ours. I feel in every hollow the ghosts of our comings and goings, at every bend I remember things we said, that in the cool entrance to this little cave we rested and talked about the time when Wanda took a bunch of us boys somewhere and we ended up throwing gravel at each other when the car got a flat under the big quarry conveyor at Pine Gap, and somebody got barbecue sauce on Rook Newport’s white suit and he didn’t know whether to fight or cry. I remember the time that I came here alone, in the cold, to dig, but didn’t get very far because I spent more time drinking tea and pissing in the snow. It is cold today too. The land seems to be waiting for something. The sky is taking a breath, about to talk, it seems. It seems like it might snow. The wind starts to blow and I know that this land has always been waiting for something.

I have come within the clatter of the quarry, I turn, drop to the level of the branch, back toward the car. Again I pass the entrance by, because though we went back later, together, and dug with patience into our hopes, I have mostly come here to remember. The winds stirs the high branches and damps the voices of the birds and the gravel pit. All sound diminishes in the swirl of the wind until there is no sound at all. I glide in silence, removed from all time, from memories, hatreds, claims. I start, turn to my left and look westward, upstream. Suddenly I remember a time a millennium ago, when the midsummer sun fed only faintly through a weighty canopy. Even then a small part of the dolomite knob lay bare here, an island in the virgin mould. The wind, I remember, moved the chestnuts and oaks and sycamores then. Panic. From where I searched up the ancient stream I remembered the duck, flying centered over the water. It made a single low searching scream, full of all the portent of eternity, and stretching through eternity to December, in the waste of what is now called Ohio.

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #1 on: December 17, 2016, 11:23:48 pm »
Kenilwoth – I can't work out whether you're serious or taking the piss.

But hey, I never 'got' philosophy, being a simple sort of a cove. Anyway, whatever you're trying to say – good luck. Just because I don't understand doesn't mean it ain't valid.

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #2 on: December 18, 2016, 09:07:21 am »
Lovely piece of writing Kenilworth...

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #3 on: December 18, 2016, 11:46:12 am »
I don't agree with a lot of what you post, Kenilworth, but that is a particularly beautiful piece of work combining lyrical description and emotion. Well done!

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #4 on: December 18, 2016, 02:51:18 pm »
Lovely piece of writing Kenilworth...
And certainly not a load of pretentious tosh.

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #5 on: December 18, 2016, 05:11:05 pm »
Lovely piece of writing Kenilworth...
And certainly not a load of pretentious tosh.

Sn-word.
No longer 'Exceptionally antagonistic' 'Deliberately inflammatory'

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #6 on: December 18, 2016, 05:30:52 pm »
Kenilworth - nice piece of writing.  Don't take this the wrong way, but I wonder if there isn't another forum where you might find more appreciation ?

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #7 on: December 18, 2016, 07:32:55 pm »
Oh, I get it now... this is your response to Jackalpup in the other Remembrance thread....

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Any chance we might see one or two of them?  It might help us to understand you better .....

... I was struggling to see the relevance to Cave Conservation :)

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #8 on: December 18, 2016, 07:37:33 pm »
Hi droid, what does 'Sn-word' mean?

Offline Roger W

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #9 on: December 18, 2016, 08:19:33 pm »
Nothing to do with tin, I think.

Think cryptic clues...

S plus the "n-word" that PC software won't allow you to use...

n. or v.  "a half-suppressed, typically scornful laugh," or to make the same.
"That, of course, is the dangerous part about caves:  you don't know how far they go back, sometimes... or what is waiting for you inside."   JRR Tolkein: "The Hobbit"

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #10 on: December 18, 2016, 08:36:23 pm »
Hi droid, what does 'Sn-word' mean?

It's a word that means much the same as 'chortle', but contains a naughty word. The 'N' word.


A bit like 'Scunthorpe'.....
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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #11 on: December 18, 2016, 11:03:33 pm »
Completely off-topic, but while we're talking dirty.... 

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #12 on: December 19, 2016, 12:39:53 am »
Kenilworth - nice piece of writing.  Don't take this the wrong way, but I wonder if there isn't another forum where you might find more appreciation ?
Oh, I get it now... this is your response to Jackalpup in the other Remembrance thread....

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Any chance we might see one or two of them?  It might help us to understand you better .....

... I was struggling to see the relevance to Cave Conservation :)

No, this isn't in response to anything. Am not really after appreciation, thankfully

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #13 on: December 19, 2016, 01:29:27 am »
Lovely piece of writing Kenilworth...
And certainly not a load of pretentious tosh.

Sn-word.

What's the pretense? Can there be no fair assessments?

I don't really understand the confusion... I simply took a walk a few days back and wrote about it, and the things I thought about during it. I'm not a Writer. I'm doing the best I can.
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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #14 on: December 19, 2016, 07:29:15 am »
Perhaps a simple explanation of how it is related to cave conservation would help

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #15 on: December 19, 2016, 08:11:40 pm »
Strunk and White.
Sceptics wanted!

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #16 on: December 19, 2016, 11:20:44 pm »
OK, technically, Marks right, this has nowt to do with conservation, and is a bit of whistful writing about a surface walk to the sites of previous digs etc. so moved out of the conservation board and into the stories board.

but seriously.... you guys need to take a chill pill.... "jeezz.. stop hating on the dude" as they say across pond.  8)

Offline Kenilworth

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Re: Remembrance 2
« Reply #17 on: December 21, 2016, 02:30:21 am »
Strunk and White.
That's fair and pertinent at least.

Perhaps a simple explanation of how it is related to cave conservation would help
I had really hoped that someone might make the connection all by themselves. It's really no fun to spell everything out. No matter, it's my own shortfall as a communicator I reckon.