Lord Turnips tossed and turned in his opulent cabin in his regal bed which according to custom was a full 2 inches wider and longer than Admiral Rossoroni's and made the hammocks slept in by the crew risablely inadequate.
His fitful dreams turned back to his alternate persona Hannon, the Troll-Slaying cleric of Heimdall.
In his dream Hannon was tending to his Troll-slayer keepe, serving as harried magistrate and Lord to his newly-peopled lands in the Troll Fens. Things were going well in his life but he suffered a sense of ennui. He tried to explain everything to Salina. She just didn't understand his desire to "loaf" now that he had means. He wanted to travel to the Eastern Marches to explore the idea of Brahman, the eternal Oneness. This was pretty sensitive stuff for Hannon as he was sworn to Heimdall: son of nine mothers, swords, one arm, wolf bites and all. Hannon had the inkling however, that Heimdall was part of a larger cosmogony. A meta-cosmogony if you will.
Salina listend to his discourse on this in utter disbelief. She had sincere feelings for Hannon and wanted him to settle down as Liege of the newly-conquered Troll Fens and maybe she would couple with him in a bond agreeable to their two Deities. Hannon's dabbling with this Brawmin meta-cowjury stuff was not good for him getting the ok from Heimdall for a marriage outside his faith. She didn't want to have to convert to the Norse mythology as she was just fine worshiping Athena in her native hellenic mythos. Besides the Norse services were just such a bore. The Hellenic mythos was also more empowering to women and she would not hold to have their daughter raised in such a boorish culture without the influence of the Sisterhood of Athena.
She also noticed that Hannon had taken to smoking french cigarettes and talking about art.
She became angry at Hannon and stormed out of the coffee house where he was laying his vibe on her about the potential for an alternate unified cosmology. This was to be the last time anyone had seen her alive.
It was with this dreamed backdrop of a conflict between Hannon and Salina that Lord Turnips awoke to the sounds of Vardaman and Cash outside his cabin door fishing and japing.
Hannon,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the delightful Winter Solstice Present!
Your dream is indeed troubling although I was comforted by your use of the word 'risabley.'
The metaphysical aspect of this tale (as well as the examination of religious megacommunity) fascinates me. I agree with your assessment of Hellenic vs Norse mythos in its view of the ladies too boot.
W-S
PS You can never go wrong with WS Maugham & the Razor's Edge.
The entire Hannon story is WS Maugham. I've been working it toward the 1947 movie version which is closer to the original book.
ReplyDeleteI've got an entire riff set up but I had to make the buildup.
I might add that I've recently watched a Joe Strummer biography DVD and I got an official history of the Clash so there might be a lot of Joe Strummer/John Mellor in Hannon.
ReplyDeleteAnd Merry Christmas from Lord Turnips (strictly COE) and Merry Yule from Hannon
ReplyDeleteGreetings All!
ReplyDeleteAm currently "converting the natives" here in "rectangular island." They have not been very cooperative though, and casualties have been high on both sides.
Am also engaging in some light sacking just to keep my skills up.
Parents in the west coast of the Palm Peninsula have just experienced the heat-finally-back-on, so-much-snow-they-can't-leave-the-house, no-money-for-presents, enjoying-son's-gift-of-Directv-marathon-of-A Christmas Story, kind of Christmas.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas tides to you all.
ReplyDeleteThe Woodpecker-Smythes are presently sacking a certain port city in the southern colonies (medium).
cheerio,
W-S
PS Look forward to the Strummer/Maugham tale