Traveling
posted by jm at 2:25 PM
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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9 Comments:
I've just spent a lovely weekend with my friends, who traveled up to my city by train overnight, and as I write, are on the overnight train back home. (I live in Sydney, Australia). I love train travel. You have time to experience the actual journey. The liminal stage, returning to zero...And always a wonderful time for writing. I wish our train carriages looked like the one in your picture though!!
I travel by train to work... about 60 miles round trip. I use the time to read or just gaze at the countryside. For me it's hard to imagine having to commute by car. I love the train. It's not time lost in transit, but time for reading, reflection, or a bit of extra sleep.
I love your train stories. There is something poetic, safe and secure, promordial about the rocking rhythm, and also the curve it travels on. people behave differently.
The sound of a train whistle in the distance evokes feelings I can't even describe.
You have great rhythm mpk and I'd bet the farm it's partly due to your riding of the rails. Good way to live.
sometimes being in a train - especially a subway - can feel like being in the belly of a whale. even the soundscape sounds a bit whale-like, the whine and moan of the rails.
Beautiful image mm. It's amazing where imagination takes us.
The whine and moan of the rails.
No wonder so many songs have been inspired by trains. The brakes whine too.
Reminds me of that old Dylan song, "It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry" I can't even recall how the song goes, I just love the title, the idea.
I miss the trains that were available in NY when I lived there, though my current house is within easy earshot of two big yards where freights are put together and split up. Guess I'll always love em. I'm hoping the passenger lines make a comeback. It seems that I'm far from alone.
Trains are one of my favourite modes of transportation. But I guess all people who are slightly introspective are likely to be fans. One of the best parts is the assured destination. Those tracks know exactly where they're going, and you don't have to do a thing. Just muse, bump into thoughts you hadn't expected, squint at the sun as the horizon changes, and snack on a short story or two. Or write one, yourself, natch.
Beautifully written, ninth.
Those tracks know exactly where they're going, and you don't have to do a thing.
Makes me wonder.
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