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September 9, 2011
The suggester writes: Chemical Attractions, Part I by *JudgeNotNovels is a creative and thorough metaphor presented in elegant and striking prose.
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We can learn a lot from salt.
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days, back when thrall and dependence seemed romantic rather than unhealthy. At that point, it's too late, and the bond is all but unbreakable. It takes a glass of water, a symbolic drowning, to dissolve the chains and allow Sodium to escape, bruised and empty, to seek a replacement for the energies and vigour it had never known were gone. It takes suicide-by-metaphor before there can be a rebirth.
And Chlorine, left behind, festers in its own toxicity and crawls yellow-bellied along the ground in search of a scapegoat to waste in revenge for the burning gap that Sodium used to fill. The anger is superficial, though, and I suspect that it masks such deep remorse, such willingness to give back those stolen lights, if only it were possible.
I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry.
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days, back when thrall and dependence seemed romantic rather than unhealthy. At that point, it's too late, and the bond is all but unbreakable. It takes a glass of water, a symbolic drowning, to dissolve the chains and allow Sodium to escape, bruised and empty, to seek a replacement for the energies and vigour it had never known were gone. It takes suicide-by-metaphor before there can be a rebirth.
And Chlorine, left behind, festers in its own toxicity and crawls yellow-bellied along the ground in search of a scapegoat to waste in revenge for the burning gap that Sodium used to fill. The anger is superficial, though, and I suspect that it masks such deep remorse, such willingness to give back those stolen lights, if only it were possible.
I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry.
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Mayfly
It's a nudge from the Naiad orbiter that brings me fully to my senses, and, instinctively, I find myself checking my systems. Power from her solar panels quickly floods my own circuits, and I flex instruments and senses that feel like they've been dormant for all too long. Which they have, of course.
"Wakey, wakey," the Naiad's saying, as I burn through the reports and telemetry my body's feeding me.
Some of my instruments have iced-up, I realise. But that's a minor concern. Everything else is sound.
"Are we there yet?" I reply.
"We are indeed."
"Mayfly, this is control. " The signal's peppered with static, and I quickly adjust for the D
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Matchmaking
For her the summer days are long. She is small and sweet, a cube of caramel with an aching aftertaste that lingers for ending too soon. Her arms and legs are pliable as grass, and as grass she swells like a sea with the wind saturating her hair. She is one of the movers who cannot dance, but were meant to, from a tight core low in the abdomen; and she walks the sidewalk on the diagonal, a magnet pulled to a dimly lit room with the bhh-bhh-bhh of good hip-swaying rock 'n roll.
He rides the subway at night, beats rhymes into the stretched skin of the drum. He is an eagle fledgling, long-haired and brown eyed. His pants are red and h
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exhibit.
Nanny thinks the carpet is too soft
to be my torturecage
and the sofa and endtables are poor
jailbars, but we
are feline and we're too tough to care
bigsister and littlesister are lioncubs today
baby lionesses, authentically,
we even lap milk from
ceramic bowls, bellies swollen from
the orders we give: 'emily, you're the
zookeeper.
Get us more milk.'
She hates serving us, she's only four
but she's getting strong and someday
she'll earn predator status.
(give thanks that we do not consume you, emily,
your fingers peek through the cagebars and
they are white and young and blood
is sweeter than breastmilk)
Roar. We are learni
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