You guys, I know I get caught up in metaphor. I see everything in terms of other things, often to a fault. These thoughts are typically pretty fleeting, but there's one I keep coming back to, over and over again. With every disappointing meeting with committee members, every PowerPoint presentation that vanishes from my jump drive just as I'm standing up to present, it occurs to me; more or less I'm just a cow with my horns stuck between the fence slats, thunking and thunking against the wood and hollering in a panic.
This comparison becomes a little more literal in the humbling instances where I do things like get my belt loops caught on the doorknob or close the car door on my skirt.
With few exceptions, I've been screwing things up the same way since I was in high school. Every time I ensconce myself in that same old bullshit, when I close my eyes at night I see that cow stuck in the fence, every muscle tense, ramming its horns back against the unyielding fence.
3 comments:
Chin up, kiddo- better to have horns locked in a fence than to be a bull with its testies locked in a vice.
so true Nick. and Evie, I totally feel you on this metaphor.
I say ol gal that your imagery regarding the benighted bovine and his or her futile stuggle with the the fence (read obdurate forces of society) has struck a real chord with me. Yes, maybe a minor key, it's like how can you fight history? Just get out of the way, oh who knows... it's as ol Van Gogh sez in his suicide note which is deeper then death "that through my mediation you have your part in the actual production of some canvases, which will retain their calm even in the catastrophe." Calm in catastrophe... that is the MATURE view.
Post a Comment