Friday, 29 April 2011

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Light laughter from the cockpit

From the cockpit came the sound of light laughter lilting down the aisle...

Pre-Dinner Drinks

From somewhere out of regions unknown dark forces were amalgamating. Yes, she was tangoing with the German dandy in the front room of the country house. It all seemed so certain. Is this not what one does at a wedding party? As an unattached guest and sister of the bride? Oh, dance on pagan forces of the west country, may thy pleasures never cease. And in the cabin, pre-dinner drinks are being served by a bevy of smiling flight attendants.

Brides Flying Through the Sky

The day - if indeed that is what it was- had seemed to start out well. And then it happened. It did not stop happening. Catapulting images of brides hurtling against the window pane. Although when she tried to watch the big event on video Nothing worked. The technology had collapsed; well that was no surprise. The Inflight movies were suspended. So what would take their place. With an increasing sense of excitement she waited, and not only that...

What's The Question?

In an identical plane, flying parallel, all the passengers have now been hi-jacked on a Quest-ion- what's  the question? 

The Questioners- Hi-jacked on a Quest-ion

In the cockpit the pilot and co-pilot lie bound and gagged. A mysterious figure in a diving suit/a wedding dress/orange crimplene slacks and a white polo neck is slinking between dreams. Sitting next to the traveller, a dandy in a summer suit with no trace of an accent, throws two dice, they rise up and up to the cabin ceiling, they do not descend.
As the plane veers further and further off course the passengers do not realise it has been taken over by unknown agents, the Questioners. All the passengers have now been hi-jacked on a Quest-ion-  Where are We Going? 
Is it an open question, a closed question, a leading question?
Will it be a foregone conclusion, a question with no answer?
One of Life’s Big Questions?
If you don’t know it’s a question, is it still a question?
To Some, but not Others?
That is the question.
If you don't know you’ve been hi-jacked, have you still been hi-jacked?
That is another question.

Metaphorical Musings- Inflight 'I' Dream of 'You'

What does it mean to say a metaphor gives your life meaning? What does it mean to think it; to know it, to play with the idea... Is there a difference between these? My life, your life, his or her life, their life. What is the difference in meaning between the multiple relational subject positions we all occupy, in language and experience? Is making a metaphor in writing from life experience an act of claiming identity that can make all grand claims one makes seem false, ring untrue to ones-self, let alone 'the Other'?  Do you have problems with knowing ‘who you are’, your Identity?  Self-confidence? Come fly with us, leave your troubles behind.

Metaphorical Musings- Inflight 'I' Dream of 'You'

What does it mean to say a metaphor gives your life meaning? What does it mean to think it; to know it, to play with the idea... Is there a difference between these? My life, your life, his or her life, their life. What is the difference in meaning between the multiple relational subject positions we all occupy, in language and experience? Is making a metaphor in writing from life experience an act of claiming identity that can make all grand claims one makes seem false, ring untrue to ones-self, let alone 'the Other'?  Do you have problems with knowing ‘who you are’, your Identity?  Self-confidence? Come fly with us, leave your troubles behind.

'Crash Landings' Can End Softly

When I was aged six, my sister five and brother four, my Mother was flying with us from England to Australia. As the plane started its descent at Bombay to refuel, the pilot announced a problem. The plane had to prepare to crash land; quiet terror gripped the cabin. My Mother asked a strange woman in the row beside us to look after me. I had to put a cushion on my lap and lean forward. I threw up. Yet, when we landed, the wheels did descend and worked as normal. It turned out all that was faulty was a light on the cockpit dashboard. Sometimes crash landings can end softly, or, what seems to be a crash landing turns out not to be... If I had to choose one experience as a metaphor that has given my life meaning, that would be it.

Thursday, 28 April 2011

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