Catherine Chengery
Assignment 5
10/24/2010
The Sun King
We were all a little reluctant at first. I took another shot. Some of us were drinking, some of us were smoking, some of us were doing both, some of us were doing neither: that much must be understood to begin. The varying degrees of drug induced consciousness had virtually no impact on what happened. The spirit was there nonetheless. The clock was approaching the moment we had been anticipating. When it was time, 10:30 to be exact, one of the members displayed the large analog digets on her I-phone to us all. It begun.
At first I wanted to die. An hour of silence would surely kill me. The first battle was establishing the rules. Within 1 minute it became extremely difficult not to laugh. Everything became a comedic routine that we were exclusively invited to. Five minutes in it was clear that non-verbal noises were acceptable. We began to communicate with no words; telling stories with our bodies. The laughter permeated each of us, and within ten minutes we had each given in completely.
In retrospect it was a dream; in reality it was an awakening. The group became one body with multiple parts. One movement informed another. One emotion sparked a series of reactions. We were living purely off of one another spirits. There were seven of us- a magical number indeed. The Sun King was upon us. His light grew and blossomed as the hour progressed, and eventually the light shot out from the windows of the room like beams of fire. The power of the Sun King allowed us to transcend into multiple circles of concentration. We played like children, dancing and laughing.
The plague of reality fell upon us in perfect time- one hour. The post high from what had happened was overwhelming- and we began to cry. None of us had ever felt so clean and powerful.
Cat, your pieces are so powerful, consistently. This one unparticular tells a story of unity, teamwork and friendship. As I read this I felt like time stopped event though you were analyzing the concept of past and present reality. Battle’s are intimidating and you captured that by discussing the beginning of the allusive battle feeling like death; rather, that death may have been a positive alternative to engaging in said dispute. Then, all of a sudden, there is a sense of power and happiness in the unity that forms out of the group of seven people.
ReplyDeleteIt’s interesting that you chose the number seven as the amount of people fighting. While, yes, seven is usually regarded as a lucky number, but small. Nevertheless out of the small group came silent discussion, rhythm, love and lust for more. The power of the Sun King flies off the page. You did a great job of creating an interesting image and transpiring the idea of unity through the written word.