Silences Long Gone
Not imagining anyone would take advantage of the transparency of the instep of our Saviour as commissioned by the Church of England to spy on them naked. The other memory I take out of this church before it's under us and behind us and south of us is of my last Sunday in it. The day I yelled a highly joyous Blasphemy' and then an outraged 'Fuck'.
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Fuck wasn't a sentiment anyone had expected from a little girl in a green velvet dress that everyone who didn't have a little girl to compete for it agreed had a townwide monopoly on what they called sweetness. Coming from a kid like me who didn't have much Sweetness about me, they say, and certainly was never in green velvet, people shouldn't have been as surprised at my Fuck as they were at the Fuck of Taylor Walters.
But they were. Outraged probably. And I was frog-marched out of that church and banned for what Mum called a probationary period but turned out to be forever. I see myself angry twice in miniature in his Top Gun Raybans. Which made their church the only brick building in Hannah. As kids we'd sometimes come and watch their church be brick because we'd only ever seen other buildings be weatherboard and corrugated iron and fibro.
And we'd knock on it with our knuckles to feel it be brick and to feel how even soft knocking on a Catholic church could hurt. And we'd wonder at it and wonder what an amazing thing was a Catholic that he would bring his own actual bricks to keep away a devil and to keep away a wolf and to keep away a cyclone that the rest of us could keep away with only weatherboard and fibro and corrugated iron.
Dad told us one time the Catholic devil was a more fierce competitor than our devil and that probably explained it. It wasn't until we were much older we realised that church was brick just for the flat-out grandeur of brick.
That church probably has a wrecker's ball taking a bite out of it right now because it wasn't made for any sort of journey. Several more buildings run the highway below us before I recognise a schoolroom I did first, second and third grades in. A portable where Miss Scott taught us left from right and which I still conjure up in my mind's eye to orientate myself when I'm asked which side of something something's on. The next structure I recognise: is moving slow on a low-loader with a car out front with an orange light flashing advertising a wide load.
It's the Hannah football pavilion. I remember the sounds of the football games my father watched from that pavilion every Saturday morning for four years and that came to me across town to wherever I vas that wasn't at the football. The dames of under ten, then under eleven, then under twelve and under thirteen football he coached and that he desperately wanted me to he part of. I remember he sat with his friends in that pavilion and told encouraging lies to them about their sons. Their leap, their anticipation, their pace, their general footy nous and potential.
A boy would have to walk three miles out into the desert to escape those noises. And even out there the car horns of goal could set up a conversation with galah and crow and corella. The temperature upon arrival Margot wakes and stretches and asks has she been asleep and supposes she has drifted off, what with the jet-hiss and all. Margot is with BBK. The company that owns the town. Owned the town. In a legal capacity she tells me. She's a lawyer.
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She's met me at Essendon Airport and shaken my hand and ushered me into this jet and told me she's so glad to meet me and she hopes they haven't interrupted my week too much and told me thank you for helping out, but she knows I want to be involved anyway, and told me between us she's sure we can come up with a solution that's hest for all concerned.
All concerned in this case being the company she works for and the mother I'm estranged from. From his background it sounds as if he is the grandchild who narrates the story. Both use these isolated areas to act as a parallel of their own feelings about the emotions of separation to a place that they once knew. Silences Long Gone also depicts a man flying over the top of his old town in a helicopter and sharing his thoughts and memories about his childhood and life while living there.
Both texts appear to be personal recounts and individual stories that they have drawn on to write their stories. Midnights Children is told from the perspective of the grandchild although his grandfather is 25 at the time of the story and is therefore retelling it as he has been told. Silences Long Gone however is told from first person perspective and reads as though we are listening into his thoughts.
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After they have finished clarifying they return to tell the reader the reason they are sharing the tale in the first place. For example in Midnights Children it begins depicting a man on his knees praying in the mountains of India. We are then told why he is there and where he comes from and finally we are told reasoning behind the story being the fact that he feels he cannot worship as he once did now that he is an educated man.
Midnights Children depicts mountains, a valley and a lake contrasting the bleak open spaces of the Australian outback where the red line of the Great Northern Highway cuts through the yellow dusted plains. While Silence Long Gone uses colour to describe the stark land Midnights Children used it to describe frozen drops of blood as rubies which is a symbol in the narrative.
Although very different styles both have an overwhelming feeling of separation from the place to which they are returning to and feel less connected than what they once did. The cold temperature is highlighted in Midnights Children by the frozen drops of blood and tears represented with the imagery of rubies and diamonds; considering he is in the Himalayas it is unlikely these would be present. Sometimes, it's nice to just sit there quietly and listen to music together or read or whatever you choose to do besides talk.
That being said, some types of silence can signal deeper issues. Below are four types of silence that most commonly have a negative impact on relationships. You've fought and you're still mad so you're not talking. You think that by avoiding the other person and avoiding the situation, it will either blow over or it will make things better. It won't. Patti Feuereisen , a psychotherapist specializing in sexual abuse and author of Invisible Girls: Speaking The Truth About Sexual Abuse , previously told Elite Daily that expressing yourself to your partner — especially when there's a conflict — is crucial.
The silent treatment is never a good thing. This type of silence makes your partner wonder, causes confusion and stretches out a negative circumstance.
You are not only punishing your partner by giving them the silent treatment, you are punishing yourself. Say what you need to say and if you have nothing else to say, at least say that much.
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Don't make your partner beg you to speak to them and don't fuel the anxiety that already exists when a couple is at odds. Just speak. Hopefully, you and your partner will come to a common ground or they will at least have heard your feelings. The silent treatment never solves anything. New Irish Short Stories. Joseph O'Connor. FHM readers. What's So Funny?
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