Our Boy Abroad

July 18, 2004

As I arrive home from the watery Peterborough area today, I seem to be flooded with concepts of Tudor. Cuddling my toes into the couch finds his tie hidden in the cushions, hands seeking house keys in a purse bring back his collar, and a resting cheek brings his leftover smells to my nose.

During the coming weeks, Tudor will cease to exist. He only lives now through items enriched with his meaning and occasionally Blogged updates- His communications giving us the kind of details and emotions that we would hear from a tormented soldier abroad.

So, despite the fact that Tudor takes a trip designed more for personal journey than battle, I will now speak of him as if he is off fighting in a new revolution. His days are numbered and spent bicycling through sweltering enemy lines. And when he returns, we all must dress in 1940s garbs, and run to grasp his tangible being. We will rip off his identification tags, trace over his battle wounds, and allow the real and victorious bike-warrior to flood all over us once again.

Posted by Martha at 11:06 PM in Scenes from a Bike | TrackBack

Comments

Kee-riste, we might as well rebrand the site as BROKEN HALDENBYS, ALL ALIKE!

Posted by: Trevor on July 18, 2004 at 11:13 PM

“Tormented soldier?” “Enemy lines?” “Bike warrior?” “Fighting a new revolution?” Please. The revolution of his bicycle wheels, perhaps!

Your metaphors are totally out of whack. I assure you, traipsing around southern Ontario on a bike, contemplating the rain and photographing empty factories and swimming naked in rivers is a far cry from fighting in the front lines in enemy territory. Please don’t denigrate real soldiers by comparing a coddled college boy on a bike with a WWII infantryman holding an Enfield.

Posted by: Carl Jung on July 21, 2004 at 01:37 AM

And please don’t assume and insult the name Carl Jung when, really, you’re just being a pretentious prick.

Posted by: Real Soldier on July 21, 2004 at 02:03 AM

march on, young Trevdor! don’t let the hecklers get to you.

Posted by: Visionary Indian Friend on July 21, 2004 at 10:55 PM

Marta is just a tad melodramatic. maybe the word “tormented” isnt very appropriate. And I really don’t think the fields of Stratsford and Windsor could be defined as “sweltering enemy lines”. To each his own, I suppose.

Posted by: XXX on July 23, 2004 at 12:48 AM

I am surprised and slightly annoyed that a man who fails to appreciate metaphors (all metaphors are cruel but creative distortions of the real) would persist in reading a blog that’s ultimately all about metaphors.

What’s more, you suddenly sound like a shrill American who has to bring out heavy-handed rhetoric whenever the words “troops” or “war” are mentioned. This site is not for you, so why haven’t you fucked off yet?

Posted by: Tudor on July 30, 2004 at 05:40 PM