Saturday, 3 May 2008

A Passage on the subject of Regret

A PASSAGE ON THE SUBJECT OF REGRET

Whilst always very cautious not to presume himself correct during the process of deciding which words to produce from his mouth; for until now he had found this the only orifice with the ability to produce such words; he nevertheless spoke with the authority of a man whom at the end of a lifetime had come to a resounding unanimous decision upon a subject that the pre-lived life had spent pondering; though he was not such a man; he he let the words spring out without hesitation, and immediately wished he had remained silent. As if a person previously held vertical by an invisible string suddenly cut by an equally invisible pair of scissors, his body within which his growing deplore inhabited crumpled downwards towards the cold call of the hardened concrete that his face could not avoid. If he had remained conscious following the thud of flesh against pavement he would have witnessed an explosion of blood honk outwards from his nose, the haemoglobin squealed with excitement in its new found freedom and escaped with haste into the concrete slab, unfortunately a poor young zebra spider unable to restlessly escape the explosion drowned in the discharge. The time of unconsciousness perhaps lasted a little under five seconds though it is equally possible that it lasted a little over five seconds, it took a further number of moments for his now regained consciousness to remember who or indeed where he was, upon all recollection being substantially collected it was inevitable that he would remember the last words his miscalculating brain had let him utter, the pain emitted due to the breaking of his nose palled into insignificance when compared against the Pain he felt within the emotional chambers wherever exactly these were located, he was fully able, physically to press his hands against the pavement enabling his triceps, biceps, brachialis, anconeus, extensor muscles and various other complex tendons and arteries, to push his body upwards from the floor, but he had neither the imagination nor the will to do so, he remained knees plus face in contact with the ground, back 45 degrees, arse in air, his waterfall mind poured from his eyes. I need to find a new word to replace miserable, he said, I have become mightily bored of it, he then proceeded to say, afflicted, broken hearted, crest fallen, dejected, depressed, desolate, despondent, disconsolate, distressed, doleful, down, downcast, down in the mouth, forlorn, gloomy, melancholy, mournful, sorrowful, unhappy, woebegone, wretched, destitute, impoverished, indigent, meagre, needy, poor, scanty, abject, bad, contemptible, deplorable, despicable, detestable, disgraceful, lamentable, low, mean, pathetic, piteous, pitiable, scurvy, shabby, shameful, sorry, squalid, vile, worthless. He, upon finishing speaking, stood himself up, looked down at the puddle of blood and tear cocktail. Who's going to clear up that little mess, he thought.

7 comments:

Sarah said...

thanks for the comment :-) great writing by the way...

Elliot said...

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Astarte said...

Very interesting blogs ... :)Look forward to more posts.

Mona said...

hey william, thanks for stopping by my blog the other day. i always love having new visitors. cheers! -m

girlontape said...

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Jon Bravo said...

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R. Afinis said...

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