09-24-2005, 04:08 AM
I posted this in the wrong forum. How embarrassing. This is a prose poem I wrote. So here's my prose poem, it hasn't got a title yet.
Anandamide goes to the shopping mall. She glances over the packets of gourmet hot chocolate that are for sale in order to make a change from her usual consumption of coffee. The storekeeper and his wife spy on her from behind a metal rack full of postcards. After several minutes of her browsing, the storekeeper and his wife exchange furtive looks from Anandamide to each other behind the metal rack. Anandamide feels a jolt when their eyes meet hers. She assumes that they believe that she intends to shoplift from their business because of her avoidance of their gaze. Anandamide purchases a coffee as well as apple juice for her daughters who wait for her at a nearby table in the food fair. As she makes this purchase she allows the storekeeper and his wife to witness by her curt manner that she takes offense at their assumption of her ne'er do wellness or criminality. She leaves and resolves never to enter their establishment again. The mall lights are too bright, also. The mall lights give Anandamide a headache. Could it be that the shopkeeper and his wife are, like her, infused with guilt? Anandamide feels a pang of remorse over the event.
Anandamide's daughters have a Mattell game called "Operation" in which they attempt to extract the innards of a red-nosed clown with a pair of child-sized aluminum tweezers without being shocked by the small electric jolt that emanates from the crevices where the clown's "organs" are placed inside its body. I emphasize that there is nothing lifelike about the clown whatsoever. Anandamide's children, five and seven years old, are unable to coordinate their hand movements in order to play the game well. The children's game sits on a closet shelf among other abandoned and useless toys. Anandamide's experience is not so dramatic as this, however, the description is given to communicate to the reader some idea of the jolt she experiences upon being held in the gaze of the other.
Sources estimate that on the Ivory Coast 150,000 children are virtual slaves imprisoned on cocoa bean and coffee plantations.
http://www.msnbc.com/news/717348.asp?cp1=1
Anandamide goes to the shopping mall. She glances over the packets of gourmet hot chocolate that are for sale in order to make a change from her usual consumption of coffee. The storekeeper and his wife spy on her from behind a metal rack full of postcards. After several minutes of her browsing, the storekeeper and his wife exchange furtive looks from Anandamide to each other behind the metal rack. Anandamide feels a jolt when their eyes meet hers. She assumes that they believe that she intends to shoplift from their business because of her avoidance of their gaze. Anandamide purchases a coffee as well as apple juice for her daughters who wait for her at a nearby table in the food fair. As she makes this purchase she allows the storekeeper and his wife to witness by her curt manner that she takes offense at their assumption of her ne'er do wellness or criminality. She leaves and resolves never to enter their establishment again. The mall lights are too bright, also. The mall lights give Anandamide a headache. Could it be that the shopkeeper and his wife are, like her, infused with guilt? Anandamide feels a pang of remorse over the event.
Anandamide's daughters have a Mattell game called "Operation" in which they attempt to extract the innards of a red-nosed clown with a pair of child-sized aluminum tweezers without being shocked by the small electric jolt that emanates from the crevices where the clown's "organs" are placed inside its body. I emphasize that there is nothing lifelike about the clown whatsoever. Anandamide's children, five and seven years old, are unable to coordinate their hand movements in order to play the game well. The children's game sits on a closet shelf among other abandoned and useless toys. Anandamide's experience is not so dramatic as this, however, the description is given to communicate to the reader some idea of the jolt she experiences upon being held in the gaze of the other.
Sources estimate that on the Ivory Coast 150,000 children are virtual slaves imprisoned on cocoa bean and coffee plantations.
http://www.msnbc.com/news/717348.asp?cp1=1