Comments on: Demolish

By: e. march

e. march — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 05:53:57 +0000

wow, Rolston…this appears to be your most controversial work, yet!

By: Lyle_S

Lyle_S — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:22:55 +0000

Well, it didn’t work.

I think this story could be interpreted a number of ways, though the romantic angle seems a reach. If anything, it’s anti-romance, a man pouring what’s left of his soul into a vacuum. He’s better off dead.

By: Lyle_S

Lyle_S — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:15:51 +0000

Just seeing if I can end the italic madness…

By: takeabath@hotmail.com

takeabath@hotmail.com — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 22:17:54 +0000

so are you going to kill yourself in an abandoned house? you seem more like the type to draw attention to the act, dive in front of a commuter train at rush hour.
this isn’t about love, it sounds more like it’s about autoeroticasphyxiation mixed with a little blood sport.

By: e. march

e. march — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 09:26:35 +0000

lol! Thanks for the big up! You rock. Now, my reason for thinking that this was about love is because I’ve often felt that one’s lover provides a haven that feels like home. Home is where the heart is; it’s where you lay your head…where you go to feel safe and warm. That to me is love…the first few paragraphs made me think that this is a man who maybe has been hurt before but he’s doing his best to rebuild and restore his faith in love as well as his ability to do it with an open heart.

“As this house killed the carpenter he could not understand it was happening. He thought this work would heal him; rebuilding this old home to firmity, loving something abandoned, wouldnâ€™t that restore his own strength? But the house was slowly choking him, dulling his mind, waiting for him to weaken.”
******When love is true and strong, it will make even the most guarded man lose his shit. That’s what i got from this passage. It seems like the carpenter thought that the love he was trying to restore would solve his problems and make him happy, but instead it was a suffocating brain fuck.******

Come on! Am I on dust, here?! This HAS to be about love. This is the most allegorical work I’ve ever read in my life. I don’t care what you say, and you dont’ have to admit it in this public forum, but regardless of who you were trying to “rip off,” subliminally I think you were having an Oprah moment.

By: jon

jon — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 08:03:07 +0000

Hey crazy negro bitch, you too much fun to let you leave!

What does love do to a man?

What i didn’t make clear in the story is that carpentry will probably kill you. Or me, at least.

I’ve been doing it for work since I came back to SF.

I just read Cormac Mcarthy’s All The Pretty Horses. I was trying to copy his tone in this one.

Oh Yeah, John – Monday then!

By: e. march

e. march — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 05:34:06 +0000

oops…sorry I misspelled “elicit.” My apologies. You should put spellcheck on this thing. I will stop leaving comments. I’m a bit slow…

By: e. march

e. march — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 22:55:08 +0000

First, excellent use of simile in the first paragraph (first sentence). Secondly, (and I don’t want to illicit any grimmacing or feelings of discomfort from you, like, “Why is this crazy negro bitch stalking me all the goddman time!?!?”) but I think you are a hopeless romantic and you are CLEARLY using this house as a metaphor for what love does to a man. Maybe you stated that outright in the work. I don’t know. My reading comprehension isn’t what it used to be!

By: john-oh

john-oh — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 06:22:34 +0000

I would like to extend a formal invitation to dinner sometime. Monday? How’s Monday? no? Wednesday? Sunday? Nope, sunday’s no good — prior commitment. Okay so Monday then? Great. Lovely. Shit, my beer just errupted all over the desk.