{"id":284,"date":"2008-01-13T17:50:49","date_gmt":"2008-01-14T00:50:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/?p=284"},"modified":"2008-01-13T17:50:49","modified_gmt":"2008-01-14T00:50:49","slug":"storyspace-grimmer-and-breath-i-mean-brimmer-and-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/2008\/01\/storyspace-grimmer-and-breath-i-mean-brimmer-and-death\/","title":{"rendered":"STORYSPACE: <em>Grimmer and Breath<\/em> &#8211; I Mean, <em>Brimmer and Death<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"drop\">J<\/span>ust realized that little play on words as I typed the title.&nbsp; Neat, eh?<\/p>\n<p>Steve&#8217;s got some nice imagery here, but hidden within it are some symbols in the setting:<\/p>\n<blockquote dir=\"ltr\">\n<div><strong><span face=\"Schindler\">Rooms<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong><span face=\"Schindler\">Hand in hand, they walked through rooms, some cluttered with books and furniture, others punched through with holes that opened onto instances of life. He watched stars explode, a multitude of births, mountains crumble on worlds other than Earth, masses wander alien streets gasping for disease-less air, small forms fall from windows until he had to turn away and follow her out onto a checkerboard surface that coiled out into blackness. She led him over the edge and onto the opposite side where they found themselves hemmed by a crowd of blue sheep. He followed her over a hill and she offered him coffee from a black cup in a kitchen with a green stove and fridge.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong><span face=\"Schindler\">&quot;Have you decided where you&#8217;ll, what did you say, bunk up?&quot;<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">What I pick up on here is a mini-movie of life in the first two sentences.&nbsp; One is the familiar, rooms with books and furniture.&nbsp; The other is a mishmash of the real with the possibilities, all thrown onto a screen of enormous expanse bringing individual to the whole, the whole to the individual.<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">The &#8216;checkerboard surface&#8217; mimics the duality of the experience, black and white.&nbsp; Life and Death.&nbsp; Large and small.&nbsp; There&#8217;s the Mobius Strip&#8211;a favorite&#8211;as she leads him &quot;over the edge and onto the opposite side.&quot;&nbsp; A crowd of blue sheep?&nbsp; Well, as I visualize them upside-down(remember, Mobius mobility), the grounded sky may be embodied in blue sheep.&nbsp; Or it may simply mean nothing more than a vivid imagination (betcha authors just hate it when others explain &#8216;meaning.&#8217;)<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\">And here, what I love best of all, a vision of a past that Steve Ersinghaus may not even remember or have seen in his lifetime, the 60s Avocado Green (or its counterpart, Harvest Gold) kitchen appliance. <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"drop\">J<\/span>ust realized that little play on words as I typed the title.&nbsp; Neat, eh? Steve&#8217;s got some nice imagery here, but hidden within it are some symbols in the setting: Rooms Hand in hand, they walked through rooms, some cluttered with books and furniture, others punched through with holes that opened onto instances of life. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-storyspace"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/284","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=284"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/284\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}