"To be born here in this place and live an uphill life and then to see the world flatten in its surety that there is no more than the brief renewal of fields that become plain dirt again to look forward to pushed John toward the hill that still in the distance suffered small."
I'm reviewing metamodernism today and this passage, if not the story entire, quite reminds me of it (although many things in the wild have the chance to nowadays; metamodern sentiments are everywhere).
That aside, this is a nice piece. Strong McCarthian diction I associate with you.
Although I majored in English in college, it was a long time ago (understatement) and I don't remember the names of various periods, only a lot of fascinating and beautiful works.
It's interesting (to me at least) that I read my first book by Cormac McCarthy only recently, after someone mentioned a similarity between our writing. I enjoyed it a lot and could see what that person meant. I've got a second book of his here on the table, but haven't got to it yet.
However, I wrote this piece about 6 months ago and I distinctly remember that his presence sat with me. That happens sometimes. I should probably crack open that 2nd book.
Thanks for reading and dropping a comment, David. Much appreciated.
Great detail and visuals you painted in this story, Victor. It seemed I was studying a nicely framed painting on a museum wall. Beautifully written. - Jim
"grown less vital to the eye". "to live an uphill life" ( such beautiful phrasing)
A neighbor passed slow in a pickup truck... it blew itself large in the morning ... I have tried using these truncated adverbs. I can't yet place them as well as you do. but I am learning one step at a time from the masters...
See you next year, Victor. I have truly enjoyed your stories this past year.
Thank you, Sharron. Very gracious of you to say so. May you have a good season and a great new year, approaching rapidly. Thanks again for reading and sharing your thoughts.
"John walked for the hill over a large earth that radiated its patrimonial renderings of people who had claimed it for their own after the people who had lived upon it without demand that it surrender had been beaten back to their ancestors."
This passage, as well as others, says so much in so few elegant words. A joy to read and contemplate.
Alright KC! Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated and I'm glad you enjoyed it. 2025 almost here so Happy New Year in advance a little bit. Hope all is well at your end.
"On the dirt road Old John made his way with his old steps that even though no longer lively still paced the morning steady."
I could have quoted a dozen or more of these lines but I liked this one for it's honest and resolute nature. I loved the interspersed prose poetry, something I have experimented with too.
Great work as always, Victor David. Looking forward to more in the new year. Merry Christmas, my friend.
Thank you, Jim for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated, friend. Merry Christmas to you too, and a great new year coming around the bend!
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"To be born here in this place and live an uphill life and then to see the world flatten in its surety that there is no more than the brief renewal of fields that become plain dirt again to look forward to pushed John toward the hill that still in the distance suffered small."
I'm reviewing metamodernism today and this passage, if not the story entire, quite reminds me of it (although many things in the wild have the chance to nowadays; metamodern sentiments are everywhere).
That aside, this is a nice piece. Strong McCarthian diction I associate with you.
Although I majored in English in college, it was a long time ago (understatement) and I don't remember the names of various periods, only a lot of fascinating and beautiful works.
It's interesting (to me at least) that I read my first book by Cormac McCarthy only recently, after someone mentioned a similarity between our writing. I enjoyed it a lot and could see what that person meant. I've got a second book of his here on the table, but haven't got to it yet.
However, I wrote this piece about 6 months ago and I distinctly remember that his presence sat with me. That happens sometimes. I should probably crack open that 2nd book.
Thanks for reading and dropping a comment, David. Much appreciated.
Thanks for the great writing this year. Looking forward to more of the same. Happy New Year's, Victor!
Thank you James. Happy New Year to you, too. Just around the corner, isn't it..... You are much appreciated, friend. Keep the candles on!
Great detail and visuals you painted in this story, Victor. It seemed I was studying a nicely framed painting on a museum wall. Beautifully written. - Jim
Thank you, Jim. Glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate you reading and sharing your thoughts. Hope all is well with your and may you have a great new year!
Wish you the same Victor.
"grown less vital to the eye". "to live an uphill life" ( such beautiful phrasing)
A neighbor passed slow in a pickup truck... it blew itself large in the morning ... I have tried using these truncated adverbs. I can't yet place them as well as you do. but I am learning one step at a time from the masters...
See you next year, Victor. I have truly enjoyed your stories this past year.
Thank you, Sharron. Very gracious of you to say so. May you have a good season and a great new year, approaching rapidly. Thanks again for reading and sharing your thoughts.
Magical, mystical, mythical writing, Victor.
"John walked for the hill over a large earth that radiated its patrimonial renderings of people who had claimed it for their own after the people who had lived upon it without demand that it surrender had been beaten back to their ancestors."
This passage, as well as others, says so much in so few elegant words. A joy to read and contemplate.
Alright KC! Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated and I'm glad you enjoyed it. 2025 almost here so Happy New Year in advance a little bit. Hope all is well at your end.
"On the dirt road Old John made his way with his old steps that even though no longer lively still paced the morning steady."
I could have quoted a dozen or more of these lines but I liked this one for it's honest and resolute nature. I loved the interspersed prose poetry, something I have experimented with too.
Great work as always, Victor David. Looking forward to more in the new year. Merry Christmas, my friend.
Thank you, Jim for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated, friend. Merry Christmas to you too, and a great new year coming around the bend!
Maravillosa historia! Víctor.
Feliz Navidad y próspero año 2025!!
Gracias, Mónica. Me da gusto que te gustó. Tu recuerdas la vista for cierto. Feliz Navidad y próspero año para ti, tambien!
I went with you and felt it all. Beautiful.
Thank you Cathie. Glad you enjoyed it. And welcome!