Sunday, August 22, 2004
the not-my-own-stuff post
it seems to me that a rite of passage for all bloggers is posting something that isn't theirs (of course, citing appropriate references). it's more often than not lyrics to a song (i must admit, bloggers seem to have good taste in music), or poems (which i could never relate to, since i'm terrible at poems), or the highly occasional short story.
my own turn at this will feature neil gaiman. now, before you roll your eyes, muttering 'oh dear, another gaiman junkie', i'll go defensive and say that i really didn't like american gods (or didn't get it), and thought that neverwhere was no big deal as a first novel. i have to give credit to the man for creating the world of the dreaming, and i admire the fact that he has used the franchise to let tons of other talented writers be noticed. i saw this short, short story in a thin but beautiful book called strange kaddish.
in the end
neil gaiman
In the end, the Lord gave Mankind the world. All the world was Man's, save for one garden. "This is my garden," saith the Lord, "and here you shall not enter."
There was a man and a woman, who came to the garden, and their names were Earth and Breath. They had with them a small fruit, which the man carried, and when they arrived at the gate to the garden the man gave the fruit to the woman, and the woman gave the fruit to the serpent with the flaming sword who guarded the Eastern gate.
And the serpent took the fruit and placed it on a tree, in the centre of the garden.
Then Earth and Breath knew their clothedness, and removed their garments, one by one, until they were naked; and when the Lord walked through the garden, He saw the man and the woman, who no longer knew good from evil, but were satisfied. Then the Lord opened the gates and gave Mankind the garden and the Serpent he raised up, and it walked away proudly on four legs; and where it went then no man can say.
And after that there was nothing but silence in the Garden, save for the occasional sound of the man taking away a name from another animal.
it seems to me that a rite of passage for all bloggers is posting something that isn't theirs (of course, citing appropriate references). it's more often than not lyrics to a song (i must admit, bloggers seem to have good taste in music), or poems (which i could never relate to, since i'm terrible at poems), or the highly occasional short story.
my own turn at this will feature neil gaiman. now, before you roll your eyes, muttering 'oh dear, another gaiman junkie', i'll go defensive and say that i really didn't like american gods (or didn't get it), and thought that neverwhere was no big deal as a first novel. i have to give credit to the man for creating the world of the dreaming, and i admire the fact that he has used the franchise to let tons of other talented writers be noticed. i saw this short, short story in a thin but beautiful book called strange kaddish.
in the end
neil gaiman
In the end, the Lord gave Mankind the world. All the world was Man's, save for one garden. "This is my garden," saith the Lord, "and here you shall not enter."
There was a man and a woman, who came to the garden, and their names were Earth and Breath. They had with them a small fruit, which the man carried, and when they arrived at the gate to the garden the man gave the fruit to the woman, and the woman gave the fruit to the serpent with the flaming sword who guarded the Eastern gate.
And the serpent took the fruit and placed it on a tree, in the centre of the garden.
Then Earth and Breath knew their clothedness, and removed their garments, one by one, until they were naked; and when the Lord walked through the garden, He saw the man and the woman, who no longer knew good from evil, but were satisfied. Then the Lord opened the gates and gave Mankind the garden and the Serpent he raised up, and it walked away proudly on four legs; and where it went then no man can say.
And after that there was nothing but silence in the Garden, save for the occasional sound of the man taking away a name from another animal.
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