Proustian Shoreline Waves

Proustian Shoreline Waves

I’ve been reading a very cool book by Alain De Botton. It’s called How Proust Can Change Your Life
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For those of you who don’t know, Marcel Proust was a French essayist and novelist who was well known for In Search of Lost Time
a literary  effort of considerable length and critical acclaim. One of the things you’ll find when reading Proust is how he could extend things out and get extremely granular and nuanced, addressing things that are usually unsaid or unnoticed.There’s definitely something cool in that, as perception and interpretation can often lead us down a multitude of paths; most of which tend to double back on themselves or cross over.

In any case, it isn’t for me to critique or comment too extensively upon the dude as my only real reference point is that of what De Botton uncovered and presented in his condensed view on the man and his work and life.In the book , De Botton referenced how he wrote 30 pages on the problem of being unable to sleep one night. Apparently, the piece went up and down and around and about and in and out with little real outcome. People of his time, remarked around how what he had said, could have been condensed into words like “I can’t sleep, hrrrumph”.

So in semi Proustian style I’m going to write about the crashing of a wave. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go into 6000 words or a 20ft long blog, just a simple little piece that tries to inject a little elongation, a little romanticism, a little evocation, something simple, everlasting, powerful, cyclilic, natural etc.

The idea was borne of a tweet whilst sitting on a beach – a tweet for those unfamilair is 140 characters long and resides on the micro blogging platform twitter.

Waves are curling & bending like falling titans slain by the trident of Poseidon pulling them back as they flee the tyranny of the sea

It occured to me that Proust would have been absolutely awful at twitter, as brevity it would seem was not his bag. The above was my mickey take at what might have been his effort on the observation of a wave hitting the shoreline. A simple, yet amazing thing that we’ve all sat and started and wondered about, so without further ado, here it is.

Proustian Shoreline Waves

Waves are curling and bending like falling titans slain by the trident of Poseidon pulling them back as they flee the tyranny of the sea.

The shoreline hisses at the slaying of its foe, retreating in disdain at the loss of its prize, shattered into a million beads of defeated evaporated power

The vanquished drops retreat back down, bubbling frothing angry sounds, rushing back to join the masses, railing forth to make more splashes

Yet Poseidon there will always lay, ready to fight, to catch, to slay, the sea with all its swell and might, kept at bay throughout the night.

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