The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

WORD of the day XIV, by Samuel Bostick.

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Haunt n. 1) To visit often. To continually seek company of. 2) To have a disquieting or harmful effect on. To recur constantly and spontaneously to. To reappear continually in. 3) To visit or inhabit as a ghost. | v. 1) To stay around or persist. 2) To appear habitually as a ghost.

WORD of the Day: Haunt [Part I]

Allotted time past, still living in the moment. Finding life in the haunt; refusing to let go, constantly presenting in this moment. Uneasy death, no peace in rest, those ‘things’, phantoms refusing to lie still. Pressing constantly on the memory, revealing itself with spontaneity. Once it takes habit in the frequent, the repetitious visiting, it has made its mark, claimed your space its own. Yes, most peculiar is that spontaneity of the haunt. Predictable? Never. Passing in and about as found suitable only to unruly agenda. And so it begins… the terror not only lie in the visit—no, its not so simple. A proper haunt never leaves, always present, even in absence. Each moment it could appear. Each second an opportunity for a fantastic visit. Without presence still ever plaguing the present. Your mind; memory of the last, anticipation of the next. A past with a mean potential of reoccurrence. The threat of a phantom visit, the anticipation of when or where; pressing, consuming, weighing on those nerves that were once so steady, so innocent. Nerves never to be the same, Not after the haunt at least. Not After The HAUNT.

That is the haunt… dancing upon each silent note, treading through each rest, measure by measure; six eighths timing—music rolling, tension winding. Twisting silent anguish upon the taunt of the next eerie note. The thrilling sense that it knows just what it is doing, almost premeditated. Mockingly chewing away at your peace, piece by piece. Most odd, you finding yourself wishing it back already, that it would just appear, that it would show its ghoulish self so it could be over and done with…silence…if only it were imagination; a game your mind has played. On the contraire, it is a game being played upon your mind…a nocturne of chords keyed out that mimes fingers…hypnosis; body and soul… the cold reality, too sensational for doubt. Something beyond the tangible.

Reflection and Response.

Samuel Bostick


the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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