Warning: Stream of consciousness follows. Expect random train deviation from mental track.
When given a question as a writing prompt at a workshop, how should one proceed? Remember words of advice and proceed. I wasn’t really interested in their question, but I was there to write so I did. The best way to get the words flying is to move the pen or tap the button. I repeated words from the question until meanings lined up into thought. Next time, I might re-frame toward a goal of dialogue, poem, etc…. But this time I just didn’t want intimidation to have the upper hand. I would write, darn it! Perhaps, as a guide, I share this. Maybe it’s inspirational, and maybe I just wanted to have another post under my name 🙂 with the potential for discussion.
Here is the process that led to the content of my previous post:
Conversation with the world. Conversation, world. Questions. I’d like to ask questions and see the variety of answers.
Do we really need another? Have you seen the variety outside your front porch? The foods, the fashion. Are we really bored with what we’ve seen? Then maybe we’ve been stuck in one place or one mindset for far too long. The internet opens up the world and yet is limited by the words we place in the search engine but also the cookies that decide what suits you best during previous searches. It would be best then to pick a search at a new computer, ask a stranger for a word, after a warm greeting, of course. Hugs for everyone like the man hugging police at protests.
What conversation do you want to have with the world? I wonder how many would wish to lecture; try to turn others to their point of view. I hope fewer than I think. However, that could backfire and make me sound very dark. I’ve had my own exploration to do in regards to how I’ve grown this cynical side of myself. I do not want to call it a side. It is inter-tangled with all the other roots of my being because the thoughts are there among the others and I push back, comb through with positive and Devil’s Advocate.
Yes, I think I would like to ask the questions that would get the discussion flowing among people and sit back, hear their responses. I hope they’d allow me to moderate in never allowing one voice to be the only view in the room.
An open floor, equal, yet how do we engage the introverts? I guess we’ll put them in a darkened closet with a computer and mannequin translator to do their talking into the room. I smirk during this sentence, because the mannequin would be poor representation of the person, but then is it fair to judge a person by appearance? Appearance says a lot, though, but could be altered for a diverting affect. Either they tanned from hard work in a garden or lying still in a booth. Where did that scar come from? I can see where they shop, what colors they prefer, and hair styles…. These can be limited financially and we must remember the things they had no choice over such as . . . well, I would say skin color, eye color, and hair color but those can be altered, even height and weight.
How do we want to portray ourselves versus how we really look? I guess to ask, how much would you want to change of yourself if you could in your history, personality, appearance, and ability?
Prose, letter, dialogue, short story….
“Hey, there. What conversation do you want to have with the world?”
Which part of the world? What sort of conversation?
I would like to walk through the evergreen forests of the mountains. Climb with each step to a more magnificent view. Have the land rise and fall at steep angles with consistently sturdy rocks, boulders to climb over. Granite under my skin, never smooth for interior design but hardened, rough, and coarse. The smell of clean mineral, arid landscape, sagebrush and juniper. The brush of bark, clingy with sap. A wind sighing through the trees, combing the needles with fingers, long and fine. My breath rushing in and out of my lungs with each struggling step higher, less oxygen, more effort, cleaner result. A sun-filled sky where clouds play tag and the light travels across the land as a result, illuminating peaks, shadowing valleys. Cool, no cold, ice-melt streams running along the trail, bubbling, dripping. Climbing higher, standing near the edge, clinging to rock. Quiet, grey, mountain.