I’m so very pleased, Sheila. Tastes and smells. Their magical ability to transport us through time and space to places and moments that moved the immovable in us when we were younger.
I like how you use descriptive detail---taking your time, helping your listeners picture, taste, and feel this whole experience along with you. Loved the assonence:
"...tiny, two-tone ants attached..."
"...derma pinched into pinpoints of pain..."
"...when the delirium of flavor fades..."
My most fave moment:
"...strange realization, standing there alone surrounded by bird song and berry scent,
beneath a blue sky at the edge of a wild river,
beside a thorny bramble, that the walls of my inner cheeks do not sting when bitten, like fingers do."
And this listener, being acutely sensitive to intentional or unintentional metaphor, totes enjoyed how you reach back in to the brambles for more sweets, receive more stings & thorns, get free, come to your realization and move on---just like your good storytelling moves me along to the finale, where I find expansive meaning:
"There are more than enough drupes for jam, and ants---no need to escalate a foolish boundry war in a land simply dripping with ink-colored honey." Bravo, my friend!
Oh, beautifully written (that last line is a real gem) and I love how you've made these recordings, such a wonderful idea!
Thank you, Lindsay.
LOOK BEFORE YOU EAT "Ant sacrifice tastes bitter." Ick. This is a poetic account of picking blackberries, narrated in a soothing voice.
Thank you for widening this story's reach, Ariel.
The lighting on your hand makes the photo look like a painting.
Wow! You took me there! I remember tasting formic acid first at a very young age--those ants bit back, unfortunately.
I’m so very pleased, Sheila. Tastes and smells. Their magical ability to transport us through time and space to places and moments that moved the immovable in us when we were younger.
I like how you use descriptive detail---taking your time, helping your listeners picture, taste, and feel this whole experience along with you. Loved the assonence:
"...tiny, two-tone ants attached..."
"...derma pinched into pinpoints of pain..."
"...when the delirium of flavor fades..."
My most fave moment:
"...strange realization, standing there alone surrounded by bird song and berry scent,
beneath a blue sky at the edge of a wild river,
beside a thorny bramble, that the walls of my inner cheeks do not sting when bitten, like fingers do."
And this listener, being acutely sensitive to intentional or unintentional metaphor, totes enjoyed how you reach back in to the brambles for more sweets, receive more stings & thorns, get free, come to your realization and move on---just like your good storytelling moves me along to the finale, where I find expansive meaning:
"There are more than enough drupes for jam, and ants---no need to escalate a foolish boundry war in a land simply dripping with ink-colored honey." Bravo, my friend!
I am awed and absolutely delighted at your generous, careful ear. Thank you, truly for such a generous note., Toni. You’ve made my day.