Tag Archives: Folk Tale

State of Nations… Stuart France

Posted on April 17, 2019 by

* If a nation Fails to stand In right relation To its stories… Continue reading at Stuart France

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The Shreiking Womb: Neesh…

Posted on April 15, 2019 by

* …So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart until she was ready for Connavor’s bed. * No one was allowed into her enclosure save her foster-mother, her foster-father,  and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist. *  One winter’s day … Continue reading →

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Clews…

Posted on April 14, 2019 by

* …Kierkegaard knows only too well what is at stake here. How the mask can simultaneously both hide and reveal. Especially for those who know how to look… He chooses his psuedonyms very carefully, almost, too perfectly! Johannes-de-Silentio. ‘Silent John’. … Continue reading →

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Masks of Sod

Posted on April 13, 2019 by

* …For those of you who have not yet realised, the preceding monographs have followed, relatively closely, the lines laid out by the Danish Philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard, in his master-work, ‘Fear and Trembling’. Quite apart from his unquestionble literary genius … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb…

Posted on April 6, 2019 by

*   The Ulstermen were drinking in the house of Connavor’s Bard, Fedlimed mac Dall. Fedlimed’s wedd-woman, who happened to be full with child, was also in attendance. She passed round meat and drink and, when the house reached drunken … Continue reading →

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Bent-Black-Sun-Day… Stuart France

Posted on April 6, 2019 by

  * “There is one thing that still troubles me,” said Wen who really seemed to have the ‘Rapunzel’ thing stuck in her craw. “Yaas,” said Don, in his most irritating drawl. “Shouldn’t the seasons be sisters?” “On what grounds?” … Continue reading →

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Mountains White as Clouds… Stuart France

Posted on April 5, 2019 by

* … “As I see it,” continues Wen, “we have two possible identities for an Old Woman who tends a Herb Garden and can be described as an Enchantress, or an Ogress…” “Only two?” “She is either Mother Earth or … Continue reading →

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Bull-Coyote…

Posted on April 2, 2019 by

* Coyote was going along… As usual he was ravenously hungry. He passed by Buffalo-Bull and noticed his size. ‘No lack of sustenance there,’ he reasoned. “Couldn’t you make me into a Bull?” asked Coyote. Buffalo-Bull ignored him. “If I … Continue reading →

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Keys to the House of Don: Crucible… Stuart France

Posted on April 1, 2019 by

* ‘…Such a situation invites the approach of treating the various versions  as at least theoretically, the garbled remnants of an episodic whole. While such a method can never lead us to the definitive story but merely and at every … Continue reading →

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King Fisher’s Way…

Posted on March 31, 2019 by

* One time when there was no food at Coyote’s Lodge he went round to Kingfisher’s. “I’m really hungry,” said Coyote, “what is there to eat here?” Kingfisher did not like Coyote’s way with words but he sent his son … Continue reading →

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