Journal Entry #7

Mini Pastiche

Then Ginger began to think of Vengeance. Vengeance, that terrible being with huge fiery hair who lived way in the east. The terrible one who lived in the fiery furnace like a container that compresses it, and without a way out. What need does Vengeance have for a vent, and what rain could put him out? He stands in the heart of every soul observing emotion. Stands watchful and waiting all day with his fire kept within, waiting for the emotion to arise telling him to expand. Been waiting there before there was a feeling or an emotion or a thought. She was liable to find a skin from its body lying on her hopes any time now. She was angry and sad too. Destitute Simon! He ought not to have condemned himself with his actions. She tried to persuade him not to do it, but he would not be swayed. The jury wuz all right with the fury of others, but they couldn't understand a case like his. He'd be alright as soon as the deciders had decided what he had done. He wasn't going to get convicted at all. Or so he thought. But the Jury had said different, so she understood. And then if he hadn't, she was bound to know this afternoon, for people of the jury wore grim faces of the lonely mountains. People who normally were stones had a sudden sadness draped upon them. They just slumped in the benches and heard the sentence. Grief, that the venomless snake, had seeped into her conscience. 

I chose Vengence because that is what I was feeling after reading the "hellhounds" reading for history. I portrayed vengence with fiery hair who lived way in the east to show vengence is an anger about something that has happened before, in the past. Vengence lives in a furnace because it is difficult to put out once it has been activated. I chose to make this a dark trial to show that Simon had difficulties with vengence and to connect it to the grief (my second abstract noun) of Ginger.To match Zora Neale Hurston I had to stay within the confinement of the sentence structure which is difficult for me because I have a unique way of writing with my own voice. To maintain her way of speaking I had to compress some ideas and elongate others. To convey the right effect I had to find the appropriate words to send message.