Dappled rays of sun warm their backs of cold stone as they descend slowly into their sea of green. The sight opens a door that lets as many questions as there are blades of grass in the field these figures populate. The longer you look at it, the more flecks of wonder flit before your eyes, disappearing before you’ve even started to ponder their possibilities. At first, I thought they were marching – a band of soldiers, or perhaps workers. A crew pushing their way deep into the earth to some destination, that nestled into the depths there was some unseen purpose.
As I had to begun to settle upon this, the details sprung forth. These men have no tools. Nothing to distinguish them from one another, nothing to truly connect them. Their eyes
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Their features are not marked with determination. Their minds have not set out ahead of them. Instead the stone that has been hewed to form their faces displays nothing. They are blank, emotionless. A tired vacancy dances behind their eyes. An aged friend - a hallmark of understanding. Then I finally took in the background. Seeing the rock wall that birthed them pushing its way out of the very ground they are entering, I understood.
These men are not marching deep into the earth on their own accord, they are trapped in an endless cycle. As soon as they are carved from the mass of stone, they begin. They are gliding uniformly down towards the equalizing force, heat. A heat that makes it home in the center of the earth. Heat that will gently dissolve their features like a frost on windowpane kissed by the warmth of the morning sun. As they near the end, their rough edges will soften, and their blank faces will be wiped clean. They will join the pulsating mass of fiery rock that makes its home deep below our feet. They will churn in the dark belly of the earth for ages, perhaps. Eventually they will be forced upward, back to the field from which they came. As they rise they will cool, harden, reaching the surface as the cold, unflinching rock. They are ready to be carved
No shortage of big rocks but they had apparently found the big rock that signaled the entry to the path to Ajo. (104) Urrea’s simile and hyperbole depicts how crushingly difficult it was to be able to get to the start of the walk. Urrea simile comparing “the men” to “laundry” being tossed around in a van. This simile shows just how much out of control of their bodies the men were in, where they were practically falling on top of each other.
They were “left by a continent / which slowly disappeared; / scoured and depleted by/ a hundred million rains.” (Moraes lines 7-10) “Though they stood much wear, / have endured more than grief / and survived more than war, / these rocks now bear no runes / more than those worked by the wind, / great shifts of earth, and rains. ”(Moraes lines 15-20) “Glaciers, tidal waves, / sandstorms and human hands / have paused on them, then passed.”
When he finally made it to the boundary of the Mantle, he was curious, anxious, and excited for what he would find there. Boy, was he in for a surprise. And then he jumped into the endless dark pit, the
As if to add insult to injury, within Dornel Mines in the Southwestern Region, while digging as they have always done, the miners broke through to something. A chamber? A cave? No one knows for sure what it was. Only what came
I came to and looked around at the eerily familiar landscape, but something was missing. The house. It was gone. I slowly walked towards the plantation that I had visited so many times before, and as I grew closer and closer, I saw something peculiar. What was a rock doing in the middle of an empty field? The field was empty except for a single tree, which
Rodor staggered towards the Jericho Stone on its golden stand. This was a piece of thick, pure gold that looped its way round and round the stone enclosing it in a golden cell. He saw the stone swelling, pulsing, and glowing brighter and brighter until it reached a brilliant shine, like the sun on a summer’s day. Rodor, as he looked into it, was blinded and cried out in anguish. The echoing sound swelled to a momentous finishing and he fell to the ground and was still.
As the team explored these grand, dark caves that had never been touched by mankind, they took extra caution to remember every turn they took. Squeezing through narrow passages and climbing over jagged rock formations, the four began their routine of sampling every rock they could, ever drop of water they found and anything else they found to be interesting in such a magnificent environment. Day in and day out Claire led the way deeper and deeper into the caves, the three men faithfully following behind her, Marshall allways following last, “So that I can watch you all, and protect you if needed,” he would always insist to his teammates. Each night they would all head back to the research center, and try to get enough rest for the energy they would need for the following day. Four days and four nights later, the team woke up for the last day of their exploration in Idaho. After tonight, Marshall, Claire, Mark, and Joe could all head home to be with each of their loved families. Then in a few months, the team would go through the same process in some other
Ortega begins the article by explaining differences between man and stone. “The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is – a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality,” (Ortega 267) this is a strong claim to state but it is evident that man’s being and nature are not completely the same, “because man’s being and nature’s being do not fully coincide,” (Ortega 267). Man is not a rock; he is not given existence and cannot depend on the nature around him to define his existence. It is necessary for man to create his own existence at every moment, because without this created existence, although he is physically standing there, there is a real debate on whether or not he truly exists. This initial idea is broad, but with later thought it can be recognized that the stone was created and
The old rock monument looked small from Terry’s office window, but rose high above the entrance to the abandoned cave. The weather-faded names, now barely legible, could be seen just below a modern plaque placed above the old engravings, in an effort to keep their memory alive for at least another century. Terry owned and maintained the monument and the land around the cave entrance. It was only one of many such monuments honoring the dead that were strewn up and down the mountains, bearing witness more to the extremes of living in those mountains than the loss of life. This monument at the cave’s entrance was to Terry much more personal than any of the others. Terry’s grandfather’s name was among the twelve miners carved into the base. Four
We see a wooden, pine tree support. It is not the hardest tree, but miners like them. When the rock press, then this tree burst and crackle. Miners had to work in silence. They listened to what was going on
When those two people are buried in grain and the debris falls down. There is no way to get out of that place. The wall surrounds them. The valley buries their bodies, so it makes their movement more difficult to escape that fallen debris.
I’ve broken earth in several attractive sites this last week. Some, it seemed, hid their treasures too deep for the scope of this excavation. Some presented me with granite barriers which I do not yet have the tools to penetrate. At other sites, the earth gave way easily and I made great progress, only to be
Carter Filipiak Mrs. Convery World Literature 28 September 2015 Vivid Language Used in “The Stones” “I love to go out on summer nights and watch the stones grow”, says Richard Shelton, Author of the short story “The Stones”. This is just one example of the vivid language he uses to put an image in the readers head. “The Stones”, is a story about young stones, old stones, and stones with all different types of personalities. The author uses various types of figurative language in the story, such as personification and Metaphors. The author also uses strong diction to give the story more meaning.
She points out that “Our glance, our touch mean nothing to it. /It doesn’t feel itself seen and touched”. When referring to the sand as “it” she emphasises that human metaphors and concepts are inadequate or misleading in describing the universe. Instead, she personifies the sand, implying that it is has its own ‘meaning’ and ‘feeling’, but one that we cannot access. Instead, we only understand human perspectives, with humans gaining the pronoun “his” in the final stanza. Through this, Szymborska reinforces the idea that humans are blinded by ignorance and ego and hence find it difficult to create a connection with nature. By giving the sand feelings of being “touched” or “seen”, it is an anthropomorphic object, having its own feelings and meanings. However we are led to accept that we, as humans, are insignificant within those feelings. We instead lack the capability to imagine the possibility that the sand may have its own perspective, more than just an object. This concept is explored further in her poem Conversation with the Stone, where she adopts the perspective of a stone. Szymborska writes “I hear you have great empty halls, inside you, unseen”, questioning the accuracy of our perception of nature and encouraging us to change perspective to look at nature through different lenses. Through these ideas,
On September 13th, 2013, two ambitious local cavers, Steven Tucker and Rick Hunter were making their way through some of the narrowest caves and caverns found in the Cradle of Humankind – some being as narrow as 20 centimetres in width. They had