Around and around, just for the Zen of it. I cycled around the track, speaking little, swerving to miss the broken shard of glass. 10 times, 20 times, 30 times… Bicircling. Time faded. Once the rhythm kicked in, I was lost in thought. I just can’t remember when or how I lost my way.
That was Zen, not now. A penny for my thoughts? Sartre would call it existential if you think it doesn’t fit. Gandhi would say it’s too violent, but smile just the same. Lao Tzu would say you got no game, punk, and where’s your balance? Vedder would say it doesn’t need to go anywhere. Stein would say “there’s no there there.” Presley would tell you they’ll call it crazy if they don’t understand you. Joyce would say you’re one of us, but that I doubt, as it’s more akin to poetry. Such poetry. And the chorus sings ‘doot doot doot do doot doot doot.’
Nearby, a jackhammer was playing. Electronic beats, pleasantly irregular, as steel chopped up concrete and sent it flying. Safety goggles not included. Rocky percussion with a hint of tin and an imbalance that left one grasping for the right pace. The jackhammer beat sounds better than that electronic autoplay from the club. Someone stage an intervention: intervene on that stage and hand those kids a guitar.
Noise is noise; it takes patience to sort through the rubble and find beauty within. The sound of progress, addition by subtraction, and two steps back as one ground gives way to another. Listen closely and you'll pick out the double-e waterfall in a night of diamonds.
Lucy, where have you gone? Nowhere in sight. I may be a taste eclectic, but definitely don’t do drugs. I need a clear line of sight towards crazy or there’s no deal.
Lost in a reverie, I wrote a new post in my mind. It was about a box of rain and I don’t quite know how to put it. Two steps back and we’re at Fork 20, the last big thing before the next big thing that never came, then onward to the rocks of the promised land if that be our final destination. Such a long, long time I rode around the track, spinning that track in my mind. Music would play to the tide and the Danish girl would whirl.
About the time the moon rose, nature called for a hot beverage, and security locked the gate tight with me inside. Having moonlighted as a teenager in times past, I can climb a chain link, but getting that bike over the fence is a spasm built for two. How high can it bounce? My kingdom for a patch kit.
I’m long past the street noise, lying in bed, recalling the past as I wait for the sandman to strike a chord. Dust me with sand and I’m outta here. To sleep, perchance to dream. Add some lye and boil it to a crisp. No, hotter, and find an elf to work the bellows. Dye the glass and blow me a vase. That jagged piece of green glass at the track kept me swerving behind the drinking fountain, preventing the perfect oval. I will not be denied next time.
Refresh to jackhammers. A tale awaits. Swat the flies first and here comes the worst. Awoken by a terrible noise, I recalled belatedly that my employer had a key to my flat. As daylight swept the broken glass from my dreams, my gaze settled on a vase of rare beauty at the foot of the bed. Porcelain. The Valkyrie had risen before me and now she fished for her undergarments near my feet. She left me to complete my rude awakening to the roar of a jackhammer in the next room.
But all of this was two steps back. Start me up again and let me feel my way to a beginning.
I once worked in Copenhagen, a fair city with a fair maid. One morning, I awoke to the sound of jackhammering in my kitchen. Faux brick floor, but half naked and stripped of its finery, the undergarment was thick concrete. The jackhammer was tearing up the kitchen floor, supervised by two Lego figures in suits and ties. There was a leak in the apartment downstairs and they hadn’t needed to knock; the jackhammering woke me up, and wasn’t it time to get to work?
The gaping hole in my floor began on a Friday and persisted for three days. No shower but the frozen faucet outside. Life continued in unzippered darkness, and I cooked my own meals with no blonde assistance. Meat? Too expensive. Tuna and sour rye from the market. For sauce, you’ll find that V-8 juice works quite well, if a little soupy. My Japanese boss thought a case of V-8 was just the thing for my Christmas bonus. Quickly, it became more useful than two movie tickets.
Thank heaven it’s loaded with sodium. I put that tomato juice to good use as I warmed the can with a cigarette lighter. The drilling in my ears kept up, but the dudes were gone, so no one paid it any mind. And I perched over the abyss, face down like the Jack of Hearts, until I had the notion to order my own jackhammer.
Like a mantra, that music spun again. House beats, house blend, the stuttering roar. Punch through the flooring and I could see the apartment below. Concrete raining down like manna from heaven. I knew she was down there somewhere, but had she lost her way? On the midnight watch, I stared down and realized why she'd taken a hike.
Music remains elusive. But rye manna overcame both the tuna and tomato juice, so there is hope for me yet. As above, so below. The hole was not an end, but the portal to a promised land. More rocks and stop by the gift shop on your way out. I know that in time, if I keep digging, she will appear again amidst the rocks. Melody shines through the madness.
All images are public domain from Pixabay. No references cited here, but apologies to the Grateful Dead, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, the Beatles, and probably more for my misuse of their classic rock lyrics, and apologies to jackhammers for likening their sound to electronic music.
How do people do this? Is it some special abilities to just bury yourself so deep in your imaginations and start ranting that it seems it's some dreams to me. Really I'm interested, do you use some voice to text tool cause I'm sure to produce something of this height, the words must flow without breaks.
It's some combination of real experiences, random thoughts, and then forming connections between some of the ideas, developing those, and then cutting out the random stuff that doesn't fit quite as well. There's no deeper meaning, since much of it is junk I added. With time, I'm sure you can do better.
Though I haven't actually posted any on Steemit, but I usually use a voice to text tool to make some random talks and got something like what you have here. But just sounded so cool, I'd say cool junk
It seems i was dreaming while reading your article. A fiction mind is very creative and full of fantasy - anyway its an art and all inventions that we have now is just a fantasy yesterday :)
Thanks. There was some fiction involved and some reality, but the madness is all for show. :)
it was like i'm reading bible verses, quite subjective and subtle, i guess anyone who understands this post may probably mistaken, i'd rather eat my meal but i don't want to digest it, because i'm not sure what nutrients i could get. :)
Tom
My wife @lynncoyle1 said to read your poem. I write poetry too but this one my wife showed me is beautiful. I am still learning as I have been fighting Cancer and it motivates me to write. I just have to say a great piece here
Thanks. I'm not sure I agree in its greatness, as it seems rather silly to me, but glad others seem to like it. :) Edit: I just read your amazing post and hers as well, commenting on each. Please accept my best wishes in this difficult time and for the road ahead.
Advanced and great literary composition that will take only those with good knowledge of figurative skills to really understand. I must confess that I read this piece from A to Z without grabbing anything. Not a crime; English not my mother tongue. Good to be truthful. Thanks
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It's funny you should say that, since I didn't grab onto anything while writing it either.
Oh good to hear.
Damn, this is what I call fiction. People should come learn how to write fiction from this. Thisbgot me glued and I couldnt just stop reading till I hit you apology note...hehehe
You've done a great job with thisb@donkeypong. Never knew you could venture into fictions as well.
Sometimes it's not just about fiction. This style of writing could as well nurture the telling of a non-fictional tale. In fact, journalists have been incorporating this style for a while to make their writings more intriguing to the readers.
Sometimes they overuse it and it's hard to see the message they're trying to convey, and those are not as successful except with the snobby readers who come for entertainment and not for news, but other times, they do it just right and you feel like you're reading a fiction book, a fantasy novel, perhaps, but it's all a take on true events.
There was plenty of reality in this story, but also a lot of overused junk. Hopefully, I didn't turn off any snobby readers. :)
Thanks. I don't see it as high quality stuff, but glad you enjoyed reading it. I think it's fun to experiment with different genres occasionally.
This was quite a strange read indeed, the title led me to think you where going to talk about jackhammers but it wasn't the case really, but you did talk about jackhammers, you insulted them comparing their sounds to electronic music. Fork 20 is coming soon and we know that we know almost nothing about it but what we know about it, its in the dark, we know that it probably will have impactful changes to the platform but we don't really know what these changes are going to be. Basically we know that we don't know what fork 20 is bringing us, but at least we know that something we know nothing about is coming on fork 20.
I live near the sea, like 100 meters away and on quiet nights when i'm not using my air conditioner, i can hear the waves crashing against the rocks, its very relaxing, its helps me sleep and have dreams where i am in the sea.
Give me waves over jackhammers any day. You are fortunate to live near the sea.
Wow,really great post you.your everyday post very special for me.because i am alots learning new thing to read your daily post.you are a super hero in the steemit platform.. I am a big fan of you and your post.. I am really like your truthsounds of a jackhammer and the fact that you make a comparison of this sound with musie. Wow when you read all your pulication of truth that. I have been enchanted with it, you write incredible and all the words written in your post are wise words and that they are the reality. For things like this was to get to your blog, and since I saw several of your publications is delighted by the way you write each of them. This is really specific that was very well written by you, let me congratulate you on the post..
@donkeypong, That would be very interesting to read funny indeed fiction story. Everyone see these jackhammer story and then take a idea how to write fiction stories. I don't mind you posting fiction stylish one. But you done it and succeed better. better characters included by you.
I think this is coming from deeply mindset. If you can going deeply meditation can create every stories with dream. But it's harder task. How you creation it? However highly recommend your better task. Thanks for everything did here early morning to me.
It's supposed to suggest a deeper mindset, but my mind is not in that place; I merely imagined this dream. The double-e waterfall and other bits are references to song lyrics, which are strung throughout the post.
Wow man this is pretty incredible. Doesn't look like you were writing a fiction. It looks like you were showing me the dream. This is an example of how to write a fiction.
You are an amazing writer mate. Anyways the pictures are wonderful. Cheers my friend
Glad you liked it. There was some reality, some fiction, and plenty of random junk mixed in there.
Oh man, that was the fastest 6min of my life even though I'm just seating here in my office desk getting bored while facing my computer. While reading non stop, It feels like I dove into a universe of words.
Thanks for the ride, your writing lifted my spirit today :)
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Everyone should read this.
Don't get lost in my words; they're not worth your time. But I'm glad the story occupied your thoughts for at least 6 minutes. :)
Im a fan of your writing, so its worth my time :) You might not see me often on your blogs but I still read it & learn from it. Thanks!
If you have time, please have a look at my #photocircle, I will be glad to hear advise from the master community builder like you. (Photocircle is a community that I'm trying to build for photography enthusiasts like me).
The post are so unusual. It's something from the category of hypnotic effect. It's like someone's retelling a strange dream. A very original way to convey your thoughts. But I liked it. pictures of the as cannot be better complements his.
Hypnotic. That's a good word to use for it. The rhythm puts you in some meditative place. Of course, it's really just noise, as is this story, but it's fun to ponder.
What a surprise, I did not expect a post of this style from you. My favorite part was the mention of Sartre, Elvis and other influential characters with their respective quotes. I'll be honest the monologue confused me a bit (i read it twice), but I think maybe that was the idea, I tried to synthesize a final conclusion of the reading but I didn't feel confident. But in the end, I could understand everything (i guess), the parts of the text came together.
If you're confused, then welcome to the club. There's plenty of symbolism, but no deeper meaning here. The madness and the vision are just a story that's meant to make people think and become confused. :)
This is absolutely stunning! You've managed to seamlessly incorporate so much imagery, all different, yet connected beautifully! I was hooked with the Philosopher's references in your second paragraph, then hook, line and sinker by Lou Reed's "‘doot doot doot do doot doot doot".
I've loved your posts before, but this one is in an entirely different category altogether. Simply superb! Bravo, my hat's off to you!! :)
Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. I've never cared for my own fiction; it reads like pure junk to me. But if others find poetry and meaning, then perhaps it's worth the experiment once in a while.
We are always our own worst critic; trust me, I know. This is one "experiment" you should plan on repeating once in a while :)
I see myself that I should learn to read more because I was struggling to feel your post, Thank you.
If you didn't feel it, then count yourself fortunate. :)
As this is fiction, I have the feeling it says a lot about your personality. You must be very creative to come up with such a great way to use music to make up a story. Firstly, I did not even notice since I am honestly not so much into rock music, but I can see you like it a lot! Great stimulation for all those creative minds around here :)
It probably says something about the writer, but aside from beginning with a couple of truthful stories there that really happened to me, the rest is all random junk, from the references to the madness. I wrote it, but it's not really me. If it stimulates others and gets people thinking, then that's a good result.
nice story, left me thinking for a while, I work part time in a blacksmith workshop, the noise of the grinders and the hammers predominate, my colleagues and I have to raise our voices always, but the noises work as an element to fill a certain void, this reminds me that film "American Beauty".
It takes on a rhythm of its own after awhile and there's a certain silence and peace in that, as crazy as it sounds. Blacksmithing in a noble skill and it's something few people have the chance to learn these days. Good luck with that.
Nicely written. Part of this story regarding jackhammering reminds me the city I live in. New York is the city you wake up every morning and you can hear this not pleasurable noice of jackhammering. It doesn’t even have to be in your kitchen for this noice to become obnoxious lol. Anyway, they should have broken the ceiling of your neighbor below. At least that’s what I would do instead breaking the floor. However, when it comes to fiction it makes a sense.lol
Once again, very nicely written story!
Thanks. Living in a big city, you learn to tune out some of that noise so it doesn't drive you as crazy as the person in this tale.
Ha.... I love @donkeypong. Poetry sits in your lines like a girl waiting for a bus, I tell you.
How do you find music in a jackhammered song? I have never heard it play so I can't tell you. You seem to know the rhythm though. You have heard it last through the dream, the sleep then the awakening to the echo of silence, of emptiness it leaves.
Was it the sound that drove her away, the Danish girl, with healthy hips? Or did the hole swallow her and she now sits sipping coffee at the bottom, waiting for you to come downstairs?
I am still trying to comprehend the music of a jackhammer but the doot,doot,doot, is too much for me. Maybe if I dreamed it, it will sound better.
This was beautiful. The best free write I have read in a while. I didn't know you did creative writing. I have not been following your blog for long though, so maybe I have been missing out some good stuff. I do a bit of poetry and fiction myself, so I kind of enjoyed this. All on a jackhammer though. Cool stuff bro.
Thanks, but I see it as 'dark and stormy night' stuff. It's fiction, but not of any great quality. Somebody tearing up my kitchen floor first thing in the morning really did happen and so that's a true story, though the country and girl were moved to protect the innocent. The madness and everything else is random junk I added.
Great fiction is mostly truth spiced with lots of lies. The madness and everything else is what captures my attention mostly. It was a good write.
I'm sure Beatles, Rolling Stones and all other legends will forgive your behaviour. After all, you're doing a great job producing god like articles on steemit!))
Thanks. You give me too much credit. It's not great quality stuff. Sometimes when I write, song lyrics occur to me, so I don't mind using them when they say things better than I could.
Oh, you're too modest, it's quite enjoying to read. It's fine :D
Oh wow.. I love the English and the words used. The sentence arrangement is amazing.
Be my friend and teach me how to write great content like you.
Thanks for sharing @donkeypong.
Thanks for being a blessing to Uganda!
It took me time to understand where you are heading. Sir, one have to be extremely slow at reading this to pick the message.
Poem + fiction
Just keep digging, never look back and never be weary.
I like that tag line, even if I stopped digging many years ago. If you said the quality is very low, I'd agree with you. :) There is lots of symbolism, but no hidden message per se. I'm not that smart.
Sir, your heart must be the largest I've seen in resent time. Many would have take offensive of such an un-encouraging comment, but not you.
Actually, my intention was not to rubbish your write up, I wanted to say one must be extremely slow at reading the lines for one to denote the meaning, not that the message is of low quality, but due to the twist and the choice of your presentation.
I know you are not offensive, it shows in your generosity of voting the comment, but I have to come out and explain it. I don't bring down the fire of creativity in people, I'll rather fan it to flame through my word of encouragements.
I've done the editing, you can read the lines again to decode my intention.
You are so unique sir 😍😍😍
Hello greetings @donkeypong, I hope you find yourself very well. Wow when you read all your publication of truth that I have been enchanted with it, you write incredible and all the words written in your post are wise words and that they are the reality. For things like this was to get to your blog, and since I saw several of your publications is delighted by the way you write each of them. This is really specific that was very well written by you, let me congratulate you on the post. I take my hat off to you. Greetings and blessings from Venezuela.
nice post . i like it
you are a good writer
Parallel world, parallel thoughts 👏👏
Oh yes, a wonderful post and excellent photos to the content of the post, my friend and I really liked your attitude to the sounds of a jackhammer and the fact that you make a comparison of this sound with music. It's unusual for me, but it turned out great! Thank you @donkeypong
Wow!!!
Awesome write man
Honestly I've read something this good after a long time, I never once thought how big the article was.
This is quality
Awesome creative fiction!
I love rock music.
Nice photos...
great writing content and your some pics in this post is so nice and amazing and also funny thanks for sharing keep it up you have great writing skills
The guitar music is so awesome and exciting I love it so much
The image of the motorcycle is so wonderful that he is an adventurer who really liked me
A very special article I checked I wish you all the happiness
Continuation....
After the awaken of the jack hammer and automatically says it time to go to work and yunchief have been waiting for century to finally see @donkeypong write a post again. Stories and tale has it, a man with a good heart and the people has prayed for a summer rain. I look no further as I was right in time to see this post.
FRENCH TRANSLATION
Autour et autour, juste pour le zen. J'ai pédalé autour de la piste, parlant peu, faisant un écart pour rater l'éclat de verre brisé. 10 fois, 20 fois, 30 fois ... Bicircling. Le temps s'est estompé. Une fois que le rythme est entré, j'étais perdu dans mes pensées. Je ne peux pas me souvenir quand ou comment je me suis égaré.
C'était Zen, pas maintenant. Un penny pour mes pensées? Sartre l'appellerait existentiel si vous pensez que ça ne rentre pas. Gandhi dirait que c'est trop violent, mais sourit quand même. Lao Tzu dirait que vous n'avez aucun jeu, punk, et où est votre équilibre? Vedder dirait qu'il n'a pas besoin d'aller nulle part. Stein dirait "il n'y a pas là-bas." Presley vous dirait qu'ils vont l'appeler fou s'ils ne vous comprennent pas. Joyce dirait que tu es l'un d'entre nous, mais j'en doute, car c'est plus proche de la poésie. Une telle poésie. Et le refrain chante «doot doot doot doot doot doot».
A proximité, un marteau-piqueur jouait. Battements électroniques, agréablement irréguliers, comme l'acier haché le béton et l'a envoyé voler. Lunettes de sécurité non incluses. Percussions rocky avec un soupçon d'étain et un déséquilibre qui a laissé une saisie pour le bon rythme. Le rythme du marteau-piqueur sonne mieux que celui de l'autoplay électronique du club. Quelqu'un met en scène une intervention: interviens sur cette scène et donne à ces enfants une guitare.
Le bruit est le bruit; il faut de la patience pour trier les décombres et trouver la beauté à l'intérieur. Le bruit du progrès, l'addition par la soustraction, et deux pas en arrière comme un terrain cède la place à un autre. Écoutez attentivement et vous verrez la cascade double-e dans une nuit de diamants.
Lucy, où es-tu allé? Nulle part en vue. Je peux être un goût éclectique, mais certainement ne pas faire de la drogue. J'ai besoin d'une ligne de vue claire vers les fous ou il n'y a pas de deal.
Perdu dans une rêverie, j'ai écrit un nouveau message dans mon esprit. Il s'agissait d'une boîte de pluie et je ne sais pas trop comment le dire. Deux pas en arrière et nous sommes à Fork 20, la dernière grande chose avant la prochaine grande chose qui n'est jamais venue, puis vers les rochers de la terre promise si c'est notre destination finale. J'ai parcouru la piste pendant si longtemps et si longtemps. La musique jouerait à marée et la fille danoise tournerait.
Au moment où la lune s'est levée, la nature a appelé une boisson chaude, et la sécurité a fermé la porte avec moi à l'intérieur. Ayant déjà travaillé au noir comme un adolescent, je peux grimper sur un maillon de chaîne, mais faire passer ce vélo sur la clôture est un spasme construit pour deux. À quelle hauteur peut-il rebondir? Mon royaume pour un kit de patch.
Je suis passé le bruit de la rue, allongé sur mon lit, me rappelant le passé alors que j'attendais que le marchand de sable frappe un accord. Saupoudrez-moi de sable et je suis sorti d'ici. Dormir, peut-être rêver. Ajouter un peu de lessive et faire bouillir jusqu'à ce qu'il soit croustillant. Non, plus chaud, et trouver un elfe pour travailler le soufflet. Teindre le verre et me souffler un vase. Ce morceau de verre vert déchiqueté sur la piste m'a empêché de dévier derrière la fontaine, empêchant l'ovale parfait. Je ne serai pas refusé la prochaine fois.
This is an imperative new examination of the risky connection amongst dreams and frenzy as saw by nineteenth century French scholars, masterminds, and specialists. Those wishing to know the idea of franticness, composed Voltaire, ought to watch their fantasies. The connection between the fantasy state and frenzy is a key subject of nineteenth century European, and particularly French, thought.
Really quite entertaining and cool to change the routine a bit, strong and concise like a jackhammer lol.
the part that I liked the most was;
This is a great write up, I'll call it a lively fiction. Also funny though. I think people should come and learn how to write fiction from the boss @donkeypong
It's a very interesting idea @donkeypong, but I must admit that the sound of a jackhammer has something musical and I think it's a shock rhythm. If work on this idea with certain skills, can get a pretty decent composition!
Cool!
Thanks for sharing @donkeypong
Hi donkeypong,
You should become a fiction and comic writer.
If this your words are your own definition of "madness", then I also want to write with "madness"
Nice write-up for my first visit on your blog
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Rolling Stone
This are lines I'm steeling, lol
Beautifully written
This is a very nice expression of music.
Wow
Awesome write man
Good post, i like read write fiksi @donkeypong. Regard
Good post, i like read write fiksi @donkeypong. Regard
Good post. I like read fiksi write @donkeypong
excllent funny post