The River Hunt Art Blog » reflections http://www.riverhunt.org Artwork, Writing & Sketchbooks from River Hunt Sun, 20 Mar 2011 15:03:32 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= Empty Reflections http://www.riverhunt.org/128/empty-reflections-prose-by-river-hunt/ http://www.riverhunt.org/128/empty-reflections-prose-by-river-hunt/#comments Sat, 08 Aug 2009 22:37:52 +0000 River Hunt http://www.riverhunt.org/blog/?p=128

What really matters? Sitting here monotonously chewing gum, looking past an empty reflection of myself in the monitor. Is it the words that I write, or the smile that they bring? I turn on TV, and see images of horror paraded like a carnival for the waiting public, and it doesn’t matter how much [...]]]> What really matters? Sitting here monotonously chewing gum, looking past an empty reflection of myself in the monitor. Is it the words that I write, or the smile that they bring? I turn on TV, and see images of horror paraded like a carnival for the waiting public, and it doesn’t matter how much they denounce it, it doesn’t matter how many times they tell me it’s a terrible thing- the expressions are permanently etched in my mind. I need a space to think, away from the microscopic analysis of docu-drama news, away from my own thoughts, and away from this world of self alienating destruction. [stop] and then I heard a voice. Low and distant at first, but the exquisite notes reached me somehow, somewhere, and I knew there and then that I was not alone.

(April 2004)

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Walking past reflections of a life I once lived, transparent images of friends and the ones I once loved. This road seems never-ending, but I’m not looking for a way out, I’m just walking further than I ever have before. Past the old brick houses down memory lane, waving goodbye to the old lady [...]]]> Walking past reflections of a life I once lived, transparent images of friends and the ones I once loved. This road seems never-ending, but I’m not looking for a way out, I’m just walking further than I ever have before. Past the old brick houses down memory lane, waving goodbye to the old lady sitting out in the street who’s vacant stare is frozen in the past. For once my legs don’t feel heavy, I’m moving freely with purpose and thoughts of thinking lay discarded in the dust. The horizon seems nearer than it ever has before, a gentle red layered onto a perfect deep blue, broken occasionally by slowly drifting clouds, steadily moving along in total synchronisation with every step I make. I feel at home, I feel alone. I feel released.

(July 2004)

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