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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
1: First, I am either with a roommate or a friend who is telling me how he is from Montana , the big sky state. I have heard the women of Montana are the way I want to be, courageous, resourceful, determined and strong; which is why they were among the first to get the vote; and that also like me, they share a reverence for all life. He says it's true, and I should go there some time. I ask him if the winters there are beautiful and harsh. I ask him if the coffee there is hot. 2: I am out in the sunlit patio at the Ark, where I use to live in Austin. in Austin. I am standing by the pool with a woman or a couple, and telling her, or them, how I grew up speaking Spanish---- but that now I just speak English. As we discuss this, it begins to dawn on me that I am nude, yet we go right on talking as though nothing is amiss. How can they not notice? Is it possible they can not see? I half expect to here someone say something like, "Pardon me. I don't mean to offend you, but do you realize that you're ... ..." '''" but no one says a word. I suppose they only want to be polite. 3: I get a feeling of a room, a bad and dismal feeling, some one wants to kick me out. A girl comes out those plate-glass sliding doors; it's a bossy little ***** I use to know. and pulls me back inside, then hauls me to the desk. This guy back there is talking ... But in the real world I am deaf, so in the dream I can not hear him; and bossy bee yells in bad ear in that crude insulting way the hearing do: "HE CHECKED THE COMPUTER AND HE SAID THAT YOU CAN STAY FOR NOW BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO MOVE OUT." 4: In the real world, I am blind. So in the dream she tries to haul and drag me down the hall, in that clumsy bumbling way the sighted do, as if I were a heavy shapeless bag, or something. It is a long, long hallway, and from somewhere far away there is a dank and chilling draft, and I am still nude. And I begin to shiver. This hall reminds me of a nursing home, of a place where life is ended, of the hospital and morgue, of the school where children died because a caretaker got sloppy. She tries to either pull or push me (Not quite knowing which to do) down an endless spiral of stairs, I am gliding smoothly down, down, down, ... like skiing, like flying, without taking any steps; but bossy bee can not keep up with me, having to climb down the usual way. Finally, at the bottom, she tries to pull or push or stuff me (not quite knowing which to do) in a cold and cheerless room; and I begin to scream. "Let me walk Please let me walk; ''' I can walk, dammit! ''' ''' '''" 5: At last, I am alone. I open the door, letting out a dank and chilling draft, and I begin to shiver; although there seem to be no open windows in the room, no air vents, no furniture, nothing there at all. I am feeling like unwanted useless merchandise, like a heavy shapeless bag, or something, like a slab of putrefying meat, an inert and bloated corpse, to be warehoused in cold storage and thrown out. Then, from far away, I can hear the distant strains of the Beach Boys' classic song, "In my Room." and that is when I feel it: the hot and stinging tears, the gut-wrenching despair---- eating, gnawing at my very vitals, Melting me inside. They don't know about the roiling churning cauldron of chaos, longing, and desire that seethes and burns inside me. alone in my room, alone in my life, they don't know about the raw and gushing hemorrhage, bleeding deep inside my heart. In my room ... In my room In my room ... ... Jaime fradera All that you are seeking is also seeking you |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Dear reader. I deeply appreciate your attention to reading my stuff. Please note, however, that for technical reasons I can not yet use the "reply" function (I am blind and use a screen access program). I can read your reply, but please do not be offended if I do not personally reply to your reply on the board using the icons, but love to respond to mail, and have the time of my life with it! I hope to resolve the posting issue in the next few days I want to thank you again for taking the time to read my piece, and look forward to correspond with you. Cheers, Jaime |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Wow Jaime, this is heavy....very powerful. I got the feeling of being in a dream sort of state that soon turned into a real nightmare. I hope that this is not what you're going through in life. And if it is....great big hugs to you and may things get better very soon. Very intense and excllent expression. And by the way.... Welcome to Passions. You will find MANY loving friends here.  < !signature--> ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" [This message has been edited by Irie (edited 12-03-2000).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
There is A LOT here. (not quite knowing which to do..) How is that the blind could make me see so very vividly? This is an absolute mind blower for me...I will read this again....and I've already lost count..and will e my reply to you, if that's okay. In awe, over here. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Jaime...you already know how this one made me feel...I have so very much to learn from you and Im glad you are so patient with me...Irie...if you havent already go read Jaimes' story in Prose...hugs to you Jaime Ignore those who would clip your wings...fly ever upward...even if it means scorched wings |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Jaime this is a very deep and sensitive poem and I'm so glad to have captured the images associated with it as you made them very vivid and choice...thanks for sharing such great writing.....there's someone out there for you...there is for eveyone...take care.. once more thanks...........ethome |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Hello Jaime...well, I see you did it again...caught me up in your web so that I might smile, then get caught up again emotionally as you tugged at many heartstrings within me this morn...and if I could give you one gift, I would let you hear the Beach Boy's song "In My Room" as it is indeed how you described it... and Jaime? The Beach Boys will be in my town in February...I'm going to go see them for the first time in my life...which is funny, as I grew up in California...and I shall see them in Kansas... and when I see them, I will wave at them for you... and this Poem? It's wonderful. I'm placing it in my private library... Hugs, Sunshine Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Wishmaster Junior Member
since 2000-12-03
Posts 24Luton, Bedfordshire, England |
This is a very stunning and vivid piece of Dreamworks, the feeling of unrecognised nudity is a common theme in many people's dreams and it holds the key to our most secret of fears, when naked we feel at our most vulnerable - and it is vulnerability that is etched behind every line of this magnificent poem. Thanks. Wishmaster. ~ You cannot be what you want to be if you do not know who you are ~ |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
giving this the bump it deserves |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
hi there, i applaud your courage for sharing your feelings and i marvel at the way you put your feelings across so concisely....i loved the verse about "an inert corpse, to be warehoused in cold storage" and "the rolling churning cauldron of chaos that seethes and burns inside me"... often felt the same way myself but i lack those words to express... keep writing, will you?  |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
BUMP |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Jaime.. You have a wonderful way of giving vision to the sighted... and attendance to the hearing.... Your work is exceptional, and among the best we have the good fortune to read here at Passions... Thank you for being here with us...  [This message has been edited by Nan (edited 12-12-2000).] |
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a_little_girl Member
since 2000-05-08
Posts 307San Alejandro, HI, USA |
Wow...this is incredibly well done. I like it!! "My soul lives in love, walks with serenity, and dies in violence." --ALG |
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