Imagery: The Martian Chronicles

"When the sun set he crouched by the path and cooked a small supper and listened to the fire crack while he put the food in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. It had been a day not unlike thirty others, with many neat holes dug in the dawn hours, seeds dropped in, and water brought from the bright canals. Now, with an iron weariness in his slight body, he lay and watched the sky color from one darkness to another." (73 and 74)

"A bas band exploded in the sunlight, flinging off a gay tune from upraised tubas and trumpets. There was a bang of drums and a shrill of fifes." (42)

"The boys would hike far out into the Martian country. They carried odorous paper bags into which from time to time upon the long walk they would insert their noses to inhale the rich smell of ham and mayonnaise pickles, and to listen to the liquid gurgle of the orange soda in the warming bottles. Swinging their grocery bags full of clean watery green onions and odorous liverwurst and red catsup and white bread, they would dare each other on past the limits set by their stern mothers." (88)

"The wind hurled and the sand ship keening over the dead sea bottom and, over long-buried crystals, past upended pillars, past deserted docks of marble and brass, past dead white chess cities, past purple foothills, into distance. The figures of the Martian ships receded and then began to pace Sam's ship." (137)

"There were seven rooms, each a different color, one blue, one purple, one green, one orange, another white, the sixth violet, and the seventh shrouded in black velvet. And in the black room was an ebony clock which struck the hour loud. And through these rooms the guest ran, drunk at last, among the robot fantasies, amid the Dormice and Mad Hatters, the Trolls and Giants, the Black Cats and White Queens, and under their dancing feet the floor gave off the massive pumping beat of a hidden and telltale heart." (113)

"He ran. He stopped to listen. The ringing, soft. He ran a few more steps. Louder. He raced down an alley. Louder still! He passed six housed, six more. Much louder! He chose a house and its door was locked." (149)

"'Come on,' he said. 'We've got to get the place fixed. All of the hot dogs boiling, the buns warm, the chili cooking, the onions peeled and diced, the relish laid out, the napkins in the clips, the place spotless! Hey!' He did a little wind dance, kicking his heels. 'Oh boy, I'm happy; yes, sir, I'm happy,' he sang, off key. 'This is my lucky day!' He boiled the hot dogs, cut the buns, sliced the onions in a frenzy." (142)

"...'We will now sing 79. We will now sing 94.' And in certain houses you heard the hard clatter of a typewriter, the novelist at work; or the scratch of a pen, the poet at work; or no sound at all, the former beachcomber at work. It was as if, in many ways, a great earthquake had shaken loose the roots and cellars of an Iowa town, and then, in an instant, a whirlwind twister of Oz-like proportions had carried the entire town off to Mars to set it down without a bump..." (88)

"Mars was a distant shore, and the men spread upon it in waves. Each wave different, and each wave stronger. The first wave carried with it men accustomed to spaces and coldness and being alone, the coyote and cattlemen, with no fat on then, with faces the year had worn the flesh off, with eyes like nail head, and hand like the material of old gloves, ready to touch anything. Mars could do nothing to them, for they were bred to plains and parities a little less empty, so that others would find courage to follow. They put panes in hollow windows and lights behind the panes. They were the first men." (87)

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2 years ago
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imagery at its finest, i'd give u a emoji thumbs up but i have no idea how too. I really like the epicure of the dirt path by the horses, that's defiantly my favorite :)

2 years ago
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HEY WAIT HOW DID I DO THE EMOJI?!?!

2 years ago
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I liked your pictures and your sections showed imagery

2 years ago
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I really liked the one with the waves in the ocean