Giants Dance: Rhyme and Reason
Stuart France and Sue Vincent
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- ISBN-10: 1493675672
- ISBN-13: 978-1493675678
When Gramps died,
the crying god laughed.
He laughed from the top,
left-hand corner of the chapel of repose,
where he crouched on the upright coffin-lid.
His laugh gave me an inkling:
the divine comedy is real life,
and the world is a womb.
Hysteria.
***
“That has got to be the most depressing opening chapter in the history of literature, if you can call it literature.”
“I think it’s quite well written.”
“It’s all doom and gloom.”
“Well it is Halloween, and it’s not all doom and gloom by any means.”
“I suppose not. Why don’t we do this stuff very well.”
“As a culture?”
“As a culture, personally, practically… The whole caboodle. It’s a living nightmare from start to finish so we just sweep it all under the proverbial and get on with trying to be young and carefree and happy.”
“And then forget about it.”
“Until the next nightmare looms…”
“It’s like anything. There are a number of reasons but a sure and certain knowledge of continued existence after death would definitely help and as a culture we do not really teach that anymore.”
“But even then it can still be messy, and birth, that’s messy too.”
“Bodies are messy, unfortunately. Maybe we have to be wounded in order to see the wonder?”
“It should be as simple and straight forward as putting on and taking off ones clothes.”
“And how easy was that as a child? And in any case it may well be easy as that for some.”
“It may well have been so easy for many more and it may yet be so again.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think it’s maybe tied in with the fall. There are hints of it in other traditions too. The Green Harper, as we know, smoothes the birth of Aeth. Maybe it is just Elkmar’s revenge.”
“Is that also the curse of the hay-collar?”
“Not exactly although that too may also be tied in. I think it actually refers to hay fever although that’s not how it is set up in the story. And hay fever is a disease born of the divorce from nature. Of course, you could always ask your seer how she did it.”
“I fully intend to. I can’t promise you she’s bound to answer though.”
***
You seek my eyes?
Then see it all.
Vision is the price of sight.





























Reblogged this on Legends of Windemere and commented:
Check out this new book!
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just purchased this & looking forward to it
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Thank you, Paul… I hope you enjoy it!
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