
Ki warbles. Ki croaks at the edge of a pool, green-shaded by ki’s overhang. Kin everywhere.
The warbling hopping on the earthing seeking seedlings under the shading.
Old menning stroking beardings, separating once and for all “this is the subject, and this the object”.
Now I am he, and all you kin are its.
I gather them, name them. I have dominion. The oak falls to my axe.
Where now are kin?
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
This piece is an experiment. It uses the suggestion of Robin Kimmerer that the division of pronouns into personal (he/she) and impersonal (it) in English reflects a worldview of dominion rather than stewardship of nature. She
Took a couple of reads to figure out, still not sure I’ve entirely got it…it’s the oak and axe appearing that throws me off. Quite a tongue-twister style though, which I like.
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Thanks Iain
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Echo Iain’s comment – I had to read this a couple of times and I’m still not sure! Very lyrical though. 🙂
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Thanks, Susan
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Complex and challenging this week but original. I wonder if anyone else saw a mass of frogs? And a warning about deforestation?
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Thanks so much, Jilly, I’m not sure it entirely succeeds, but that’s the nature of experiments
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This works perfectly for me, Neil.
I love how you have done this, subtly and beautifully.
Interesting that we have said almost the same thing, in very different ways.
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Thanks so much. Yes, I was struck reading your piece by the similarity
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Dear Neil,
I love the rhythm of this lyrical piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Love the rhythm in this! There is a fable in there too, one which we live in our times.
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Thanks so much. Yes, I’m afraid there may be a fable there
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Cool alliteration here, Neil.
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I was caught up in the words the first time through, had to go again to get the sense of your piece. Original, intriguing.
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thanks so much, Linda
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I love the rhythm, but like some of the others, I am not convinced I understand it completely.
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If you didn’t understand it, it’s my fault, not yours
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I want some of whatever you’re on. It sounds nice there.
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The pulped flesh of a secret vine
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He who does not respect his surroundings, ends up alone.
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Or at least in a big pile of garbage
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Yep.
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Fantastic exercise. Very effective, too (and the conclusion you make in your notes feel quite accurate I think). The concept is very clear in the way we use he/she when we refer to pets that are part of our family. It makes closer to us, matter more… On the other hand, “it” can be food, “it” can be a beast, “it” isn’t kin.
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Thanks so much, Magaly. I’m glad you understood it
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There’s a Jabberwocky feel to this. I think I need to reread this a few more times. Then take a nap and try again. 🙂
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Sorry, Stu
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Damn, that went straight over my head, Neil, but it sounded very clever. 🙂
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Oh dear. Sorry
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This is very well done. I had to go through the article you have linked to fully understand but once I realized what you were going for it gives a new depth to this.
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Thanks so much, Kelly
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Frogs, wise old men and a game of tag. Run and hide lest you be “it”. Interesting experiment.
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Thanks Jo
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I’m sorry but I’m terribly fogged up by this story Neil. I read your note, then read the story again, but still didn’t quite get it I’m sure 😦
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That’s the nature of experiments. I’m afraid. Thanks for trying
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Try reading that second sentence fast! Very lyrical piece.
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Thanks for this
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(second paragraph, I meant)
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Oh this is powerful… maybe that’s exactly the problem. The worst separation of us vs them between humans, but making Nature an object to be used by us.
I think the last part of your comment is missing.
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Thanks so much, Bjorn. Yes, that’s the thesis
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It’s good to experiment, I saw birds baked in a pie, fit for a king.😉
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A dainty dish
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Hmmmm clever. I enjoyed this. There’s a music quality that echoes the water. Lovely
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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I loved this.
First, using frogs (one of the most rapidly dwindling species on earth, as a result of man’s clutching and grasping) as your canary in the coalmine.
Second, the music of all the “ings,” tinkling in a croaking froggy language, giving everything at the beginning of this prose-poem a froggy perspective.
Third, the overlay of grammar, the human construct of subject/object rather than kinship. The harmlessness of two old men talking by the pondside, morphing into an “us vs them” threat.
Your environmental message is powerful, but living in the US I could not help but read politics into it–not only “man on nature” acts of indifference and demands for submission, but also “man on man.” When this pond is surely big enough for all of us to live as kin. 🐸
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Thanks, Andy. I don’t think you need apologise for seeing it as political. I think all writing is political. We’re only not aware of it when it endoreses the status quo
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Oh Im one of those people who apologize for everything. Sorry about that. 😊
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I know it’s been said a number of times, but I enjoyed the rhthym of your piece and read it a couple of times. =)
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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I enjoyed the way you worked the words, so lyrical, and bit abstract – loved the sound of your piece.
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Thanks so much
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it does have such a lyrical feel to it and I totally get the point about the stewardship of nature.
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That’s great. Thanks
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Nice one Neil, it’s left me wondering and bemused but I like that and admire your courage to experiment. I’ve almost posted experimental pieces myself but veered away at the last minute
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Thanks Michael. It’s a good way of getting a statistically meaningful amount of feedback to experiment here
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honestly it leaves me intrigued
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Thanks so much
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Well I’m not sure what this means, but it came across as strangely compelling, I felt I had to read it, to me it felt like listening to a piece of music, the rhythm was infectious.
How very strange! I could read a number of times and not understand fully but like it. To me it felt a bit like the end of 2001 a space odyssey, which I love but leaves me puzzled every time!!
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It means less than you may think. I think the allure is something the reader makes. I was simply experimenting with how changing grammar (pronouns, nouns and gerunds) changes affect.
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I enjoyed the rhythm of your prose.
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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I also didn’t quite get what this meant, but reading this made me think of the illusion of us being separate from nature.
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You did get it
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Oh! That’s good. 🙂
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Poetic and damning at the same time. Bravo!
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Thanks so much, Dahlia
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