In Defense of the Rectitude of Semi-Colon Prose; A Man's Internal Struggle
Posted: Friday, February 11, 2011
by Ella Camp
Once upon a time there was a man; replete, he was, in appealing, enticing physical beauty; a beauty enhanced by the fascinating charm of cerebral erudition; the combination of which, did engage the conceit that lies dormant within the being that is human.
The sleeping fixed nature of his inherent self-love; although temporarily in abeyance while ensconced within the cradle; was awakened to its activated capability early in his emotionally privileged childhood. Fed by the natural springs of proud delighted approbation; it grew in leaping bounds of unrestrained permission; to embrace the narcissistic underworld of vain, self-admiring arrogance.
Cloaked in the guise of benevolent prudence, this now exhausted, dispirited prodigy- born in vainglorious, egotistical enterprise-became steeped in the fatigue of ambiguous repetition; and in a time-worn deception, proffers itself in quibbling evasion and fallacious, illogical reasoning. The paradox of his prospering subterfuge reaped a vast inadequacy of vital, life-sustaining forces of mind and soul.
The unacknowledged supplication of the open palms of righteousness, which the vestiges of his once glorious tarnished pride doth deny; forbids his deliverance from the lassitude of life; wherein he struggles as an immigrant newcomer to this verdant, but fallow land. Beyond his jaded eye; an appeasement of this ambiguity entreats the fractured gods of his imagination to create the magic of their supposed position; in assignment unto the jeopardized rhythm of his primordial, universal self.
In silent voyeurism, we watch this aspiring, noble labor; in contrast to the aforementioned surrender; and breathe the encouragement of granted mercy, in allowance for successful victory; for his failure is beyond loathsome; and denotes certain, unavoidable damnation.
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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)An eloquent, lugubrious article; an eighteenth century time capsule, suitable for compensatory publication; I shall, should you ask, heartfelt autograph this;
Much affection;
Paul
(; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;)I thank you humbly; and appreciate admirably, your gratuitous grasp-Always a pleasure Paul...Always- EllaBy all means...do- Thank you so much for your affection.......it is welcome......
The pitfalls of unrestrained permissions... I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Beautifully written, Ella. This reminds me of a character in an English novel The Egotist by George Meredith.I love how you always "get me" Jenn- It's good to be gotten..Thanks girl..Always- Ella
My what a fine write. The ego? Going for a lie down after trying to digest it's complexity.
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