SOC - Procrastination - A Fairytale of some sort..
Wednesday, 27 Nov 2019, 16:05
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I had the pleasure of seeing my niece dressed up in finery and found myself muttering about death and love.
I wasn't drunk or going crazy. Though her husband did think I was wishing him dead. I blame it on Grimm's Fairytales.
Fairytales has always been one of my favourite things to read and it was with absolute shock I read my first book of Grimms with the real endings.
For the Masters they referred to Rapunzel. Now most people know the storyline and can usually quote it, and have watched the Disney version. But Grimms were known for their recounting of facts, not fiction.
A female was kept locked in a tower. Her wicked 'aunt' visited her and her hair did grow long. The hair was strong enough to lift a person from the ground. She was visited by a male. The male killed the aunt and they lived happily ever after.
Grimms say the end slightly different. The 'aunt' threw the male from the tower, he was blinding by the thorns he fell into that saved his fall (but took his sight). Rapunzel killed the 'aunt' and escaped with her unborn children. Yep children. twins. Many years later, the prince who had been wandering over the lands heard her singing and called out, Rapunzel's tears cleared his sight.
Now if you read the tale, you would note that very little time is spent on the pleasant ending. So little as to give the idea that it was added as an afterthought. The same can be said of Hansel and Gretel, The Goose Girl, the Six Men, most have a lamentable moral which involves death. Which brings me on to my niece.
She looked like a fairytale princess and I was immediately drawn into thinking about fairytales (having just re-read C4 - through to C8 again and I began to think of a possible tale to tell. With overcoming and adversary, death and joy felt by all at the end. Normally you have the Princess rescued by the Prince, but in Enchanted (movie) the Prince/ordinary bloke (divorce lawyer) is rescued by the Prince.
So... A fairytale of some sort.
There once was a Prince, a very bored Prince. He had everything he could possible want and wanted for nothing. He was handsome, tall, strong, knowledgeable and considering all things, quite vain. His parents, King and Queen of Cornithicus, spoiled him rotten. So rotten that if their son, Prince Drake, merely looked at something in passing they would order for it be given to him. It went on like this from when the Prince was small to when he became a man. By which time the Prince, now of an age to take on more responsibility, decided that he needed to experience more to life than his kingdom and his parents. Quite frankly he was so bored of everyone bowing to him, he had begun to feel quite stifled.
That night, he took a satchel and filled it with scones and butter (yum) and climbed into his car, sorry climbed onto his horse (period setting) and rode off, following a rarely trodden path through the forest. Presently, as the sun began to rise, he came upon a neat cottage hidden amongst the trees and feeling tired, knocked on the door.
SOC - Procrastination - A Fairytale of some sort..
I had the pleasure of seeing my niece dressed up in finery and found myself muttering about death and love.
I wasn't drunk or going crazy. Though her husband did think I was wishing him dead. I blame it on Grimm's Fairytales.
Fairytales has always been one of my favourite things to read and it was with absolute shock I read my first book of Grimms with the real endings.
For the Masters they referred to Rapunzel. Now most people know the storyline and can usually quote it, and have watched the Disney version. But Grimms were known for their recounting of facts, not fiction.
A female was kept locked in a tower. Her wicked 'aunt' visited her and her hair did grow long. The hair was strong enough to lift a person from the ground. She was visited by a male. The male killed the aunt and they lived happily ever after.
Grimms say the end slightly different. The 'aunt' threw the male from the tower, he was blinding by the thorns he fell into that saved his fall (but took his sight). Rapunzel killed the 'aunt' and escaped with her unborn children. Yep children. twins. Many years later, the prince who had been wandering over the lands heard her singing and called out, Rapunzel's tears cleared his sight.
Now if you read the tale, you would note that very little time is spent on the pleasant ending. So little as to give the idea that it was added as an afterthought. The same can be said of Hansel and Gretel, The Goose Girl, the Six Men, most have a lamentable moral which involves death. Which brings me on to my niece.
She looked like a fairytale princess and I was immediately drawn into thinking about fairytales (having just re-read C4 - through to C8 again and I began to think of a possible tale to tell. With overcoming and adversary, death and joy felt by all at the end. Normally you have the Princess rescued by the Prince, but in Enchanted (movie) the Prince/ordinary bloke (divorce lawyer) is rescued by the Prince.
So... A fairytale of some sort.
There once was a Prince, a very bored Prince. He had everything he could possible want and wanted for nothing. He was handsome, tall, strong, knowledgeable and considering all things, quite vain. His parents, King and Queen of Cornithicus, spoiled him rotten. So rotten that if their son, Prince Drake, merely looked at something in passing they would order for it be given to him. It went on like this from when the Prince was small to when he became a man. By which time the Prince, now of an age to take on more responsibility, decided that he needed to experience more to life than his kingdom and his parents. Quite frankly he was so bored of everyone bowing to him, he had begun to feel quite stifled.
That night, he took a satchel and filled it with scones and butter (yum) and climbed into his car, sorry climbed onto his horse (period setting) and rode off, following a rarely trodden path through the forest. Presently, as the sun began to rise, he came upon a neat cottage hidden amongst the trees and feeling tired, knocked on the door.