Gibraltar

Gibraltar

A Story by roarke
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Same answer as the Everest question, 'cause it's there....

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I’ve collected a small, antique silver teaspoon artistically embossed with leaf and scroll patterns- a semi-collectible little ware. I sometimes sit with it poised between my fingers and contemplate using it to excavate the Rock of Gibraltar...


Sounds impossible, I know. But my mind keeps returning to the concept as if it's mathematically possible. The act of a delicate little spoon successfully carving away at a gargantuan of geology, is ludicrous at best, but I keep returning to the thought, dragging reluctant, unattached ideas protesting to the mouth of the dig site. 


There is obvious symbolism involved here, psychological archetypes any mind-ologist would eventually see right through, but I find difficulty in mining anything out of the analogies. A rock, a spoon, and some good old fashioned, common sense elbow grease. Hard work. A job demanding a commitment of stick-to-it-ness. Too suburban, too pedestrian for Jung to even blink an eye at. 


Still, it's not so much the actual act of excavating Gibraltar with a teaspoon, it's more my repetitive return to the scene. I guess if I lift the curtain with the postcard image of Gibraltar painted on it, and bravely peek under, the object of excavation would change into something entirely different. At that, the little spoon wobbling between my fingers not but a superfluous prop. 


Now I really feel foolish. Ineffectual. Admittedly redundant. I invariably lower the curtain, smooth the surface and stand back to re-establish the image of Gibraltar in my minds eye. I slip the small spoon into my shirt pocket, pat it approvingly and turn on my heel in pursuit of something to snack on, knowing full well I'd be back at the foot of Gibraltar before too long. 



© 2015 roarke



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roarke
Not too obsessive is it?

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I've read this, gone away and came back a few times. At first, I thought, "Has he seen the rock of Gibraltar? It's gigantic!" (Saw it many times in the Navy) Then I realized it must just represent the unconquerable, or at least, a really, really enormous, difficult chore. You know me--I gotta try and make sense of things. Personally, I think your wife should make a two-pound meatball for you to attack with that little spoon. (And you wouldn't have to worry about those baboons pulling your arms off)

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Samuel Dickens

1 Year Ago

You don't know about the baboons who live on the rock? Oh, dear.
roarke

1 Year Ago

um.... is this a gonna cost me? Anything like the mummified corpses left along the way on Everest??
Samuel Dickens

1 Year Ago

Mmm, could be...



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Nice pacing and intriguing concept.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I've read this, gone away and came back a few times. At first, I thought, "Has he seen the rock of Gibraltar? It's gigantic!" (Saw it many times in the Navy) Then I realized it must just represent the unconquerable, or at least, a really, really enormous, difficult chore. You know me--I gotta try and make sense of things. Personally, I think your wife should make a two-pound meatball for you to attack with that little spoon. (And you wouldn't have to worry about those baboons pulling your arms off)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

1 Year Ago

You don't know about the baboons who live on the rock? Oh, dear.
roarke

1 Year Ago

um.... is this a gonna cost me? Anything like the mummified corpses left along the way on Everest??
Samuel Dickens

1 Year Ago

Mmm, could be...
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-- hahahaha... i dunno what it is about this piece... the tone or the words... but it's making me crack up... -- i think maybe it reminds me of someone... who spends his entire life contemplating something similar and snacking... -- he is incapable of any "stick-to-it-ness"... -- and then he went and joined a cult... -- in india, there are a lot of cult leaders who sit on a podium and pontificate about how they have performed "miracles"... they don't just say that they're thinkin' about deploying a spoon for an excavation expedition, they say that they've successfully excavated with a spoon several times in several lives (this life, past life and all that)... and people worship them... hahahaha... :p -- this post of yours is a bazooka, Maestro Roarke... -- in india, this business of contemplation is called "yoga and meditation" and it's what most people proudly claim they are immersed in... -- it's a whole different dimension of existence... -- i dunno if you meant to reveal an entire dimension of human existence through this post but you did... -- i can't stop laughing... suddenly, i know what to think when someone says they're into "yoga and meditation"... :p

Posted 1 Year Ago


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roarke

1 Year Ago

For playing trumpet I studied a little book titled "The Science of Breath" by Yogi Ramacharaka....pr.. read more
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1 Year Ago

-- my privilege, Maestro Roarke... -- for christmas, i want a black t-shirt that says "I'm not bendy.. read more
reminds me of Leedskalnin and his coral...you can move mountains with just a though properly executed on the written page so why not a spoon.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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