Ari remains undisciplined.

July 9, 2008 at 5:31 pm | Posted in writing | 14 Comments
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Sunonhead stands on one leg, one hand shielding his eyes from the morning sun and the other holding his spear. He is pretending to be in a old seafarer’s quick line drawing of an aborigine looking out over the desert. But it is wrong, sometimes he thinks for one man to pretend to be another. We are all manifestations of the one soul, the old man had said and he relaxed and looked back over his shoulder. She is asleep, curled up as though hugging the radiant warmth from the core of the planet.

He had to admit he was lost and he hoped that when she awoke she will have dreamt them somewhere new. Ari was off again, chasing horses the silly bugger. Sunonhead had resigned himself to the inexplicable madness of his son and the permanent impresence of his errant father. He was lucky though he thinks as he attempts to light the fire with damp flints again that he occasionally overheard her conversations with the old man and had managed to translate some of them into a language of simple symbols easiest remembered when rhymed. I am such a monobrained and hairy old Caliban he thinks.

Ari has heard the jingle of hips and is off, fleeing into mad pursuit of some wild maned creature who uses stars for camouflage and who has a secret spell, when she smiles it means other people are happy,

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  1. Wow, Paul, this is amazing. When I can summon the brain power to understand your stuff, it renders me altogether overcome (and happy). This is really, really beautiful. (Ok, I do know my Shakespeare, and that helped a bit this time!) 🙂

  2. lovely piece. i liked the part about her smile. seems like you and your muse are doing just fine.

  3. “when she smiles it means other people are happy” damn Paul… that’s just lovely beautiful sigh evoking. i think this is my new favoritest piece you’ve written. so richly textured with playfulness wrapped in profundities. “But it is wrong, sometimes he thinks for one man to pretend to be another. We are all manifestations of the one soul”
    May i sit at your feet at stare up at you adoringly? I promise to be quiet…ummm… i promise to TRY and be quiet.

  4. wonderful stuff as alaways, Paul. Right on par.
    Gotta keep her smiling then right?

  5. i adore the male/fem stuff going on here and “stars for camouflage” is brightly gorgeous … the allusions prod my googling mind tho in truth instinct’s a chirpier guide to response …

    there’s a still life quality to this, which is weird since still it certainly isn’t *grin .. must be that opening image … when put beside the woman curled around the planet’s warmth there’s a whole other thing going on there too …

  6. This puts me in mind of the old indian sagas of the southwest, albeit with a hobbit-esque twist or perhaps through the looking glass. I love the g-tortional twists your mind and language make – makes for some juicy reading.
    WC

  7. Lovely. A new route for them, with enhanced imagery which can only be borne from that path well trod and containing a certain contentment. You love your characters as much as I do mine and it makes your words shine… lovely.

  8. my last read before i head to bed. jingle of hips, yummy. make her smile so we can be happy. my eyes(and mind. and body. and fingers) are tired, so pardon me if i say something silly.

    “She is asleep, curled up as though hugging the radiant warmth from the core of the planet.” – i hope i can too. goodnight paul

  9. He had to admit he was lost and he hoped that when she awoke she will have dreamt them somewhere new.

    this line seems to tell the whole of the story – the love and trust and adventure. gorgeous.
    sarah

  10. when she smiles it means other people are happy,

    Wow. I have nothing more to say…

  11. i am reminded of my days when i would consume giant hallucinogenic mushrooms…

    either you are a mystic or a hero straight out of a surrealist film…

    but it doesn’t much matter, as long as you continue to explore this microscopic universe with such tactical frivolity …

  12. Thanks everybody. Sometimes I miss Sunonhead a lot and there he is. I like how he has learned here that the old man doesn’t talk to him, that he just overhears his conversations with Mrs Sunonhead,
    thanks again for all the wonderful comments,

  13. I’ve been reading…not much up to posting. This one gave me a huge smile when I saw it was Sunonhead…my favorite character of yours by far..
    Hellooo Tina, mine too funnily enough, I can really only write Sunonhead when my brain is there so they are always special to me, like you are,

  14. ah the dreamworld of aborigines and emotions of shakespear [possibly but then thrz that comic too..] … the languages that they speak we know nothing of… that an old seafarer would be out in the bush painting is perfectly natural… it is hard to keep one’s feet on the ground while pursuing stars and smiles… thank you for an early morning pickup…


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