Narratorial Impersonation With Meteor Shower By Soren James

Maybe this will imitate

the form of a sentence

and be told

by an impersonation

of a narrator —

conveyed in replica words.

 

In this sentence I will be your narrator. In this one, bob will play narrator — but only under my close supervision. In this one, Carole will pass through a doorway for about eighteen hours and then take four years to change her mind about something that‘s not there.

That said, a shooting star has just fallen in my back yard, and I don’t know what to make of it. I’m not sure whether it’s a sign to stop writing, or a sign to continue writing. Perhaps it’s neither, and it’s just a shooting star doing its own thing, for its own inscrutable reasons.

But I can’t help sticking my theories onto it. Getting my block head ideas and projecting them all over that innocent piece of space dust. I’m aware that our ideas seize upon approximate, even non-existent, things — because ideas like a game. Or they just like the idea of a game that’s not there. Or maybe they like falling through their own anus every so often to reaffirm the pointlessness.

I don’t know. All I know is that I said something. Said it. And left it at that. And if that’s not enough to be going on with, then we’re all fucked. Some of us more than others.

© 2014 Soren James

Soren James is a writer and visual artist who recreates himself on a daily basis from the materials at his disposal, continuing to do so in upbeat manner until one day he will sumptuously throw his drained materials aside and resume stillness without asking why. More of his work can be seen here: http://sorenjames.moonfruit.com/home/4580917876

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