Venture #2/ Cherity Prince-Phillips
How Does One Conquer a Mountain?
I hate talking about big things. Those things that keep you up at night because they are impassable, immovable , impossible. But, you like thinking about it, looking at it, dreaming of it. Although it may be terrifying it’s beautiful. Maybe terribly beautiful things are not meant to be conquered, kept, defined . They are revered, admired, respected.
Stepping inside an attitude of altitude, I find myself lost and found at the same time. Lost in conclusions and found in thought. My fellow thinkers are beside me in coming to general class conclusiveness. Collectively we are lying, sitting, standing on different levels of the same tier. Together we plot.
Each of the thinkers wants a piece of the place and they have plotted to plunder. Each eats a piece of the hypothetical pie and it becomes an empty pie tin. An inspiring empty pie tin? When they have finished digesting the memories the thinkers kept are only brief thoughts on how it tasted. One insisted it tasted of iron flavored dirt, and another of pine, and yet another of changing seasons; but none could quite agree.
So we created our own mountain with paper and pen. Each different, distinct, diverse. Standing together in “The Great Stranger than Walmart Range”.
I hate talking about big things. Those things that keep you up at night because they are impassable, immovable , impossible. But, you like thinking about it, looking at it, dreaming of it. Although it may be terrifying it’s beautiful. Maybe terribly beautiful things are not meant to be conquered, kept, defined . They are revered, admired, respected.
Stepping inside an attitude of altitude, I find myself lost and found at the same time. Lost in conclusions and found in thought. My fellow thinkers are beside me in coming to general class conclusiveness. Collectively we are lying, sitting, standing on different levels of the same tier. Together we plot.
Each of the thinkers wants a piece of the place and they have plotted to plunder. Each eats a piece of the hypothetical pie and it becomes an empty pie tin. An inspiring empty pie tin? When they have finished digesting the memories the thinkers kept are only brief thoughts on how it tasted. One insisted it tasted of iron flavored dirt, and another of pine, and yet another of changing seasons; but none could quite agree.
So we created our own mountain with paper and pen. Each different, distinct, diverse. Standing together in “The Great Stranger than Walmart Range”.
Labels: canyon park, Venture 2
posted by Cher | 11:47 AM
1 Comments:
I am really impressed with how you used your perspective in this piece. I never would have thought to write about how we were all doing exactly the same thing but creating so many different worlds with our pens and papers. I love how abstract you made this--thank you for sharing this piece!
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