The Fable
Who is Love’s Ragpicker?
Ragpicker was also a child once … a boy interrupted
He also dreamt of a Da Vinci Girl with a Dali Rose; never sure of the difference between ‘needing’ her and ‘desire’ of her … pluck the rose or keep it in the garden, of her rapunzel-hair
What is a woman? An Image or a homo sapien? Perplexed he was, procrastinated … Is the state which is rotten the state he lives in or just his state of mind? Confused he was…When does time really splits out of joint? Which is his time? When comes the time to be?
and the nightmares he had of a king: whose actions were not choices, who witnessed the horror in his body of desire, who was the sleuth in mankind’s first whodunnit to discover a murderer within himself and also being a lawmaker he was bound to write the exemplary sentence
You might think that you know the fable, but you might never know how history repeats itself as a torrid farce; how one should revisit, re-enact the same in the vain search of a new redemption
After you finish the story, and only when you finish the story, I will lead you back to this page…
The Chapters
Chapter 1 The Knight who Writes
Chapter 2 The King who is Cursed
Chapter 3 A Mother in raptures and a Father cuckolded strangely
Chapter 4 The Refugee’s Memory
Chapter 5 The Royal Bungle I
Chapter 6 The Massacre by the Dazed
Chapter 7 The Prince’s Play
Chapter 8 OediPornoGraphitti
Chapter 9 The Prince’s trip to the East
Chapter 10 In the Realm of Shit
Chapter 11 The Sublime Demise of Sweet Ophelia
Chapter 12 Tiresius’ Babbles
Chapter 13 The Prince’s Rambles
Chapter 14 The Royal Bungle II
Chapter 15 The Prince is Sad
Chapter 16 The King is Mad
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Cher Pierrot. I‘ve been waiting twenty years for Godot. I don’t want to wait so much for your book. Your book. Your book. Your book.
Hey! That’s the first response to the Fable! You will have it Paul; that was an encouragement! Thanks a ton!
This is amazing!!!
I only read the first 4 chapters. I love it.
Thanks a ton to you too! Well, its a bit sketchy, thinking of adding a parallel strand of lesser reluctant and more conventional writing in the following weeks. Ahh, a thousand words or so per chapter might be…
Dear friend. In any one writer there is only a certain proportion of his experience that can be so fertilised, only a certain proportion of what he has seen, felt and heard strikes deep enough into the foundations of his personality to fire his creative energy. Novelist like you may write of other scenes and subjects, but it is only when you are writing of these that your work is in the fullest sense living – these are your ‘range’.
Now the limit of this range is usually determined by the circumstances of an author’s life, and especially his youthful life.
Well, that’s all for now… For me, Yyou’re a creative and brilliant writer.
Best,
Paul
I am touched Paul. Therefore a Tribute to you in my latest post
I love this story…it’s a great version of “Hamlet”. I think you should flesh it out into a book and keep the same sort of poetic phrasing and ‘back-and-forth’ plot, it makes for an interesting read. If you do end up fleshing it out, I don’t think you even have to make explicit references to Hamlet. Discerning readers will figure it out on their own.
Life’s Elsewhere:
Thanks Lou! I am out of cyber-world for the time being, for few days. Yeah, this story is just a sketch…I have plans, where the references won’t be so explicit. Hope will start to write it soon – in this blog – I am fed up dabbling in a hopelessly screwed up real world. I simply cannot take it any more… I won’t escape from it, rather I need to look at it from a world of my own. Thanks again, that was encouraging.
Lol, yeah the real world is best served with alcohol, which unfortunately leads to more of the real world. Anyways, I’m just taking a break from revising my undergraduate thesis about Dadabhai Naoroji and R.C. Dutt. It’s always so difficult to revise a research paper even if it’s only 6 months after you turned the thing in and resolved not to revisit it. Thank God for my lovely Prof who gave me some very helpful comments and suggestions!
It’s always nicer to be in a research paper, where things can be explained, then out in the real world where they’re not.
Ah, finally finished it!!! What a terrific work of art, postmodernist to the brim. From Sophocles to Eliot to Morrison, the journey had your own brilliance etched into it as well. Haven’t read such a well-crafted piece of writing in a long long time. The ending I thought was strong enough, and it reminded me of the Ginsbergian howl, from the point where you say “Dear Oedipus, I am Angelo from Washington”.
The curse has returned, will Moses or Morrison lift it for us? What do you think?