Thursday, October 27, 2011

Variance

Emmett Wheatfall is the host tonight at D'Verse for their weekly Meeting The Bar segment and prompt.  Tonight he has prompted us to pen a piece that uses Conflation.  Conflation is the merging of variant ideas into one; the result is a new entity unto itself.  Emmett offered the additional challenge of, while working with conflation, incorporating something of yourself into the piece, without using end rhyme.

It was a bit more challenging than I thought it would be.  Actually, no, it was pretty tough.  Here's my stab at it:


Variance


Variance, the virtuoso of the alternative footprint can
Summon quite the tiered arrangement of sound.

First comes the tear (composed mainly of a salinized secretion, yet in such instances, that is much more heavily weighted, than that of your garden-variety watery eyes) that seems to appear-like magic- out of thin air and all.

Next came the birth of the subtle sob, (a bubbled up-bubbled over-babbling of gibberish), a melodramatic merger of the fascinating relationship between what we feel and what we think others expect our reactions to be.  The sob truly has elements of fantasy built within—at this stage of evolution; the human mammal has certainly learned that an extra little something, when speaking about the tonality of their sob, can sway jurors, family and friends.  So in as such, the sob blurs the reality of the hardship and the performance offered on life’s stage.  The entire nature of sobbing is…almost comical.

The tertiary position consists of what most would consider weeping.   Weepers, while some people most assuredly can alter their mindset, get into character, and blather great cries, most, in such circumstances, are genuine in their wallowing.  Yet, some still find these individuals to be of the highest comedic pursuit.  I feel sad for these types.  Perhaps they’ve yet to experience the sadness that promotes such dynamic despair, or, well I’ll just say numbness is a possibility, but so is sadism, either way, pity seems like a good solvency.

Finally, the final tier, the last in order, the culmination of sequence, is the wishing wail.  Here the individual prays for such joyous occasions, they claw at the fabric of existence, hoping, pining for a moment so wonderful, that their floodgates can open and pour their happiness unto the entire world, indifferent to the actual politics of location or sum quantity of bystander.

Variance is the first jar upon the spice rack, yet in the case of “most of the time,” is typically the last to be chose.  Variety is the balancing beam on which we walk.  Sure we like familiarity, and often times, change fosters a grimace, upon our all too-often, already scowled countenances.  Yet, personally, I’d be at a loss for words, if palates of commonplace were all there was to work with. 




13 comments:

  1. i kinda like to mix my spices...i tend to like it rather hot myself when i flavor my food...smiles...and variety is the name of the game you know...smiles. well played...

    luckily i am not wailing of sobbing at your efforts...smiles.

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  2. Brian, yeah I like to mix things up myself- nothing better than some spices to top of your meal. Yes, variety is the name of the game. I'm glad you're not subbing either:) Thanks

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  3. Very nicely done, I really like your take on emmett's challenge! Great job.

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  4. I like the stages... very creatively described. I did recognize and struck with "the wishing wail"....

    I like a bit of variety myself ~

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  5. 'the wishing wail. Here the individual prays for such joyous occasions, they claw at the fabric of existence, hoping, pining for a moment so wonderful, that their floodgates can open and pour their happiness unto the entire world, indifferent to the actual politics of location or sum quantity of bystander.' I love how you've parsed out human emotion into tiers of expression where the highest function of the tear is to share joy without concern for how it appears to others. 'Variety is the balancing beam on which we walk. Sure we like familiarity, and often times, change fosters a grimace, upon our all too-often, already scowled countenances. Yet, personally, I’d be at a loss for words, if palates of commonplace were all there was to work with.' We often forget explorers went to the ends of the earth to obtain spices and entire empires were built upon them. Magnificent write Fred.

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  6. ha! This whole poetry prompt was about change... and yes, I did wail for a while. (you did a lot of research for this one...)

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  7. this took me to different places while reading..i thought you would've no problem at all with the prompt as with your work i'm never sure where it leads to when i start reading...yeah - mixing the spices is a good thing and you usually cook up the most variant creations for us...thanks for this..

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  8. Of palates and spices I'd say that you worked your way through the whole spice rack of sadness! And very well done, too! I particularly enjoyed "(a bubbled up-bubbled over-babbling of gibberish)"........ but I think you missed the fifth dimension of sadness: from an old Saturday Night Live" skit, "The Whiners." Whiners are even less devoted to their own sadness than Weepers, I think, but they are way more (and annoyingly) vocal about it! LOL! Great write!

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  9. This was tough, wasn't it! I think you done well with it, and I have seen you do well with it before. After writing, I looked back over some older posts, surprising myself by how often I've actually done this without even knowing. Having the term, definition and challenge, forced me into way over thinking. I was saying to Brian that this was the best bit of fun I've had with a prompt in a while! No matter my result! lol Another wonderful share here, Fred...and sorry for my ramble!

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  10. This was interesting Fred. Really not sure what you were going for completely, but I did get the variety/variance theme, fighting with the theater and the false of same. 'Genuine in their wallowing' --what a phrase! I enjoyed what you did here.

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  11. Ewww no variety just messes with my ocd keep it far far far away from me...lol At least with my food, touch that and you'll get whacked by Pat and the cat. You went all out from dVerse's prompt, holy crap! Surely filled the mix and match gap. I'm sure you are just being coy, as always you pulled it off well clever boy.

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  12. i love this part, and then how you just, boom, jump to the spices,
    "they claw at the fabric of existence, hoping, pining for a moment so wonderful, that their floodgates can open and pour their happiness unto the entire world, indifferent to the actual politics of location or sum quantity of bystander."

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  13. "sway jurors, family and friends . . ."

    This is hilarious. I love it.

    I found this prompt really difficult, too.

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