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  • Shhh

    Woman and Child (Silence) Jean
    Woman and Child (Silence) Jean by The Art Institute of Chicago is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

    Shh.
    Silence.
    Somethings don’t require explaining.

    The sea wave’s crest foaming into splashing white.
    The green velvety foliage of light under the trees’ spotted shadow.

    The tender germ,
    All about to explode,
    Life swollen into dunk root.

    The bristle legs pushing,
    Squirming and wiggling,
    Blue sparkling jewel underground.

    The wooly clouds prancing a lace of green mucous under rain.

    Not everything is to be explained.
    Shh
    Silence.

    All what one posses is alive.
    Let it be still and time or space you won’t share.

  • Todas las Historias comienzan con un cuento

    turtle floating under blue sea water
    Photo by Daniel Torobekov on Pexels.com

    Una alternativa, sostenida sobre todo por los más religiosos, era que A’Tuin se arrastraba desde Lugar de Nacimiento hacia el Momento de la Cópula, al igual que todas las estrellas del cielo que, evidentemente, también viajaban a lomos de tortugas gigantes. Cuando llegaran, copularían breve y apasionadamente por primera y única vez, y de tan ardiente unión nacerían nuevas tortugas que transportarían nuevos mundos. Se conocía esta hipótesis como Teoría del Big Bang.

    El color de la magia. Terry Pratchett.
  • What’s red, delicious and terrible? Temptation plot by an entomologist p1

    Yeah… I’m going to assume you remember the fairy tale. I’m going to assume too, that you’ve got a pair of entomology twizers and a magnifying glass. I won’t, though, assume you also own a Sherlock Holmes like cap.
    Alright. Clear the table or the desk. We wouldn’t like food or coffee corrupted by fairytale’s legs or antennae. We don’t want, either, the examined pieces polluted by strange bacteria such as … «organic», «carbon print» or » fair trade»…. Not when brands such as Banana, that, exist. What’s the fair trade when certain countries are still mocked with such a monicker?

    Ok. Ok. Writers never discuss politics. So I’ll stop adding nettle legs to the potion. Then… In the the first part of the fairytale; we stablish the nature of temptation and how the child succumbs. I mean: curiosity + child + closed door = disobedience.

    Nonetheless, our child struggles. She tries to distract herself with willpower. Rationalizes, denies, cheats herself and finally does what she is told not to. The outcome is predictable. A decaffeinated coffee … (I guess since I don’t drink coffee).

    The second part is when the main character experiences the aftereffects; the consequences of her own decisions take root and cause a flower to bloom and THIS IS WHEN THE WARLOCK OR THE WITCH IS REQUIRED TO DO THEIR CRAFT. THE CONSEQUENCES OF SUCH ACTIONS MUST BRING ENOUGH ANXIETY TO US, TO UNDERSTAND WHY TO WISH TO GO BACK OR WISH FOR A CHANGE.

    Our princess’ kids are kidnapped in heaven. The man who loves her, is not idiotic enough to surge against an angry mob… Which claims for her life for eating the uneatable. Trying to free herself from the punishment, the issue becomes… Hot. So hot being proud is not an option.

    A temptation plot isn’t running after the ghost evil syndicate or pursuing the end of any oil plumbing along the gorgeous geologist(e). 

    A PLOT TEMPTATION IS A FORDA. We might see the effects in the actions… Or in the lack of action yet, the character struggles INSIDE. THE SWIRLING OF NEEDS, IMPULSES AND MOTIVATIONS ARE THE PLOT.

    In Parallel, the movie I mentioned, the enemy is inside. Are we to stop ourselves from fame, money and stealing someone else’s life?

    In Fatal attraction and Eden garden (haven’t watched any), the antagonist is external. In our side (of the big puddle, what other side can that be?), the greatest temptor is the goat legs. Being Fausto the most famous tempted (besides Adam, but at least Fausto has agency and doesn’t blame anyone else). Ronald B. Tobias (the one of the book of the 20 master plots) mentions a novel, a play and three operas!
    The other famous plot is Dorian Gray. Not as religious (sure?) and almost contemporaneous. Had the money, wouldn’t you go to the plastic surgeon  for Botox, a lifting or more jaw/breasts? Even I have succumbed to the idea of Bigan yoga.

    There’s an important difference in plot in Fausto. Fausto doesn’t take the offer until the pot is almost over and not in selfishness. He wishes to go on being useful for humanity. Consequently (John Constantine would say there’s always a technicality), he isn’t in sin… technically and the god can reclaim his soul as impoluted.

    The plot temptation requires to answer the question: what’s the crime? What’s the price to be paid? What’s the deal? (What’s obtained in exchange?). This way we can focus in the way the character looses and if they’re feeling guilty or not. We can shape the punishment and we can model a redemption scene or scenes.

    REMEMBER:

    The character is to suffer in accordance to their own needs, motives and impulses.
    The morality of the plot is set by the character. A true entrepreneur will never regret cutting trees to become rich unless there’s something he values more than money.
    The protagonist’s debts (his «bad actions») have to accumulate to the point of no return.
    The reader can see the way this is going to become a mess but not the character. The character has taken «the best decision».
    The punishment is equal to the sin.

    I recommend you not to be tempted and write a comment. Any comments.  Specially if they’re to contain apples. Pasto kalo and enjoy sining.

  • Espejitos

    close up of a butterfly on a flower
    Photo by Bruno Miranda Photography on Pexels.com. Las Agraulis vanillae usan la planta passiflora como planta hospedera.
    Maypop (Passiflora incarnata) (1926) Mary

    Parpadeo.
    Color.
    Nada.
    Polvo de hadas.

    Pequeños huevos,
    Al envés de la hoja.
    Comienza de nuevo,
    Sobre la pasión.
    Devuelta al cielo.

  • Como en todas las Historias

    interior of old islamic palace with ornamental dome
    Photo by Levent Simsek on Pexels.com

    —Si me preguntáis por los monjes, hablo por experiencia, no por prejuicio. Y, aunque no me cabe duda de que algunas fundaciones están bien regidas, mi experiencia me dice que son más frecuentes el derroche y la corrupción. ¿Puedo sugerir a Su Majestad que si desea ver un desfile de los siete pecados capitales, no organice un baile de máscaras en la corte, sino una visita sin previo aviso a un monasterio? He visto monjes que viven como grandes señores de las ofrendas de los pobres, que prefieren comprar una bendición a comprar pan, y ese comportamiento no es cristiano. Tampoco acepto que los monasterios sean las sedes de cultura que creen algunos. ¿Fue Groeyn un monje, o Colet o Linacre, o cualquiera de nuestros grandes eruditos? Eran universitarios. Los monjes toman niños y los emplean de sirvientes, ni siquiera les enseñan latín macarrónico. No les niego el derecho a algunas comodidades corporales. No siempre puede ser Cuaresma. Lo que no soporto es la hipocresía, el engaño, la ociosidad, sus viejas reliquias, suculto trillado y su falta de inventiva. ¿Cuándo ha salido últimamente algo bueno de un monasterio? No inventan, sólo repiten, y lo que repiten es corrupto. Durante siglos, los monjes han acaparado la pluma, y lo que han escrito es lo que consideramos nuestra Historia, pero yo no creo que lo sea, en realidad. Creo que han suprimido la Historia que no les gusta y han escrito una favorable a Roma.

    Thomas Cromwell en La corte del lobo. Hilary Mantel.
  • What is red, relishing and terrible? Our Lady’s Child p2

    girl wearing black and white striped dress sitting on stair
    Photo by Chu Chup Hinh on Pexels.com






     

    It was not long before the Virgin Mary came back from her journey. She called the girl before her, and
    asked to have the keys of heaven back.
    When the maiden gave her the bunch,
    the Virgin looked into her eyes and said, “Hast
    thou not opened the thirteenth door also?” “No,” she replied.
    Then she laid
    her hand on the girl’s heart, and felt how it beat and beat, and saw right well
    that she had disobeyed her order and had opened the door. Then she said once
    again, “Art thou certain that thou hast not done it?”

    “Yes,” said the girl, for the second time. Then she perceived the finger which had become
    golden from touching the fire of heaven, and saw well that the child had
    sinned, and said for the third time “Hast thou not done it?” “No,” said the
    girl for the third time.
    Then said
    the Virgin Mary, “Thou hast not obeyed me, and besides that thou hast lied,
    thou art no longer worthy to be in heaven.”

    Then the girl fell into a deep sleep, and when she awoke she
    lay on the earth below, and in the midst of a wilderness. She wanted to cry
    out, but she could bring forth no sound. She sprang up and wanted to run away,
    but whithersoever she turned herself, she was continually held back by thick
    hedges of thorns through which she could not break. In the desert, in which she was imprisoned, there stood an old hollow
    tree, and this had to be her dwelling-place.
    Into this she crept when night
    came, and here she slept. Here, too, she found a shelter from storm and rain,
    but it was a miserable life, and bitterly did she weep when she remembered how
    happy she had been in heaven, and how the angels had played with her. Roots and
    wild berries were her only food, and for these she sought as far as she could
    go.

    In the autumn she picked up the fallen nuts and leaves, and
    carried them into the hole. The nuts were her food in winter, and when snow and
    ice came, she crept amongst the leaves like a poor little animal that she might
    not freeze. Before long her clothes were all torn, and one bit of them after
    another fell off her. As soon, however, as the sun shone warm again, she went
    out and sat in front of the tree, and her long hair covered her on all sides
    like a mantle. Thus she sat year after year, and felt the pain and the misery
    of the world. One day, when the
    trees were once more clothed in fresh green, the King of the country was hunting in the forest, and followed a
    roe, and as it had fled into the thicket which shut in this part of the forest,
    he got off his horse, tore the bushes asunder, and cut himself a path with his
    sword. When he had at last forced his way through, he saw a wonderfully beautiful maiden sitting under the tree; and
    she sat there and was entirely covered with her golden hair down to her very
    feet. He stood still and looked at her full of surprise, then he spoke to her
    and said, “Who art thou? Why art thou sitting here in the wilderness?” But she
    gave no answer, for she could not open her mouth. The King continued, “Wilt thou go with me to my castle?” Then
    she just nodded her head a little. The King took her in his arms, carried her
    to his horse, and rode home with her
    , and when he reached the royal castle
    he caused her to be dressed in beautiful garments, and gave her all things in
    abundance. Although she could not speak,
    she was still so beautiful and charming that he began to love her with all his
    heart, and it was not long before he married her.
    After a year or so had
    passed, the Queen brought a son into the world. Thereupon the Virgin Mary appeared to her in the night when she lay in her
    bed alone, and said, “If thou wilt tell
    the truth and confess that thou didst unlock the forbidden door, I will open
    thy mouth and give thee back thy speech, but if thou perseverest in thy sin,
    and deniest obstinately, I will take thy new-born child away with me.”
    Then
    the queen was permitted to answer, but she remained hard, and said, “No, I did
    not open the forbidden door;” and the Virgin Mary took the new-born child from
    her arms, and vanished with it. Next
    morning when the child was not to be found, it was whispered among the people
    that the Queen was a man-eater, and had killed her own child.
    She heard all
    this and could say nothing to the contrary, but the King would not believe it,
    for he loved her so much. When a year
    had gone by the Queen again bore a son
    , and in the night the Virgin Mary again came to her, and
    said, “If thou wilt confess that thou openedst the forbidden door, I will give
    thee thy child back and untie thy tongue; but if you continuest in sin and
    deniest it, I will take away with me this new child also.” Then the Queen again
    said, “No, I did not open the forbidden door;” and the Virgin took the child
    out of her arms, and away with her to heaven. Next morning, when this child also had disappeared, the people
    declared quite loudly that the Queen had devoured it, and the King’s
    councillors demanded that she should be brought to justice. The King, however, loved her so dearly that
    he would not believe it, and commanded the councillors under pain of death not
    to say any more about it.
    The
    following year the Queen gave birth to a beautiful little daughter, and for the
    third time the Virgin Mary appeared to her
    in the night and said, “Follow
    me.” She took the Queen by the hand and led her to heaven, and showed her there
    her two eldest children, who smiled at her, and were playing with the ball of
    the world. When the Queen rejoiced thereat, the Virgin Mary said, Is thy heart not yet softened? If thou wilt own that thou openedst the
    forbidden door, I will give thee back thy two little sons.”
    But for the
    third time the Queen answered, “No, I did not open the forbidden door.” Then
    the Virgin let her sink down to earth once more, and took from her likewise her
    third child. Next morning, when the
    loss was reported abroad, all the people cried loudly, “The Queen is a
    man-eater. She must be judged,” and the King was no longer able to restrain
    his councillors. Thereupon a trial was held, and as she could not answer, and
    defend herself, she was condemned to be burnt alive.
    The wood was got
    together, and when she was fast bound to the stake, and the fire began to burn round about her, the hard ice of pride melted,
    her heart was moved by repentance, and she thought, “If I could but confess
    before my death that I opened the door.”
    Then her voice came back to her,
    and she cried out loudly, “Yes, Mary, I did it;” and straight-way rain fell from
    the sky and extinguished the flames of fire, and a light broke forth above her,
    and the Virgin Mary descended with the two little sons by her side, and the
    new-born daughter in her arms. She spoke kindly to her, and said, “He who
    repents his sin and acknowledges it, is forgiven.” Then she gave her the three
    children, untied her tongue, and granted her happiness for her whole life.

    Temptation plot, Grimm brothers, Our lady’s child,

     

    By a great forest dwelt a wood-cutter with his wife and an only
    child. One morning there stood before him the Virgin Mary, She took her up to
    heaven with her. When she was fourteen years of age, the Virgin Mary called her
    one day and said, “Dear child, I am about to make a long journey, so take into
    thy keeping the keys of the thirteen doors of heaven. Twelve of these thou
    mayest open, and behold the glory which is within them, but the thirteenth, to
    which this little key belongs, is forbidden thee. Beware of opening it, or thou
    wilt bring misery on thyself.”

    She sought out the key, and when she had got it in her hand,
    she put it in the lock, and when she had put it in, she turned it round as
    well. Then the door sprang open; she touched the light a little with her
    finger, and her finger became quite golden.

    It was not long before the Virgin Mary came back from her
    journey. She called the girl before her, and asked to have the keys of heaven
    back…..

  • Gota

    Macro shot water drop leaf

    Plaf plaf.
    Sobre la hoja de hierba desliza.
    Dobla y rebota.