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I will tell you a story, Most Reverend One how 300 fairies transported me to the Mountains of Peach Lands and how I denied them each my heart - but ha, ha - I can see, you laugh; you do not believe me... but I have more reasonable stories - for example of how the Earth was created; it’s true, O Most Reverend One there’s such a Being up there eating chicken dumplings and poking His nose in trivial and very grave human affairs... O he, he, he...you see my tales are but fancy and do not believe such a Creature can exist... but am I done, most Reverend One? Is my list of tales and myth and stories so limited? - No, I have a list of stories as long as the tail of the Divine Monkey that first whipped all stars into position and with its Monkey hands squeezed each planet into solid mass O there you are, you laugh and make me happy you encourage me, O Most Reverend One I will study your mood and I can tell you a tale of how your ancestors shaped this land and how they brought that chair you sit on from the Diamond Palaces of faraway India - oh, ** ** ** - you didn’t know that? and generations of your clan have sat there on that chair and so do you - and you never knew its story... I have long lists of stories and tales all true and collected from lands far and wide - ah you laugh, Most Reverend One - and you encourage me... My story itself will interest you for I was born of noble family with great wealth and pomp and estate and attendants but when my mum died, she said to me: Go you forth and collect the world’s stories and so I gave away all my possessions and I travelled all abroad and have come to my current itinerant state... See, my life itself is a story - worthy of our operas and and street theaters with much comedy and adventures... ha, ha, ha - O ** ** ** you laugh and you are pleased which pleases me... Call then your clan together, O Most Reverend One; set up a platform and I will shine like a sun on this platform and I will tell these tales in the gentle light of the moon and torches and I shall spin tales of the moment for each man and woman and each child of your most revered clan, O Most Reverend One... you laugh, and you nod you are pleased - oh, oh, ha....ha...ha... that’s good Most Reverend One... But now, Most Reverend One, I never start without terms... *shall we first talk about my accommodation, food, facilities and payment?*
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 7:40 PM UTC
many stories to tell
I will tell you a story, Most Reverend One how 300 fairies transported me to the Mountains of Peach Lands and how I denied them each my heart - but ha, ha - I can see, you laugh; you do not believe me... but I have more reasonable stories - for example of how the Earth was created; it’s true, O Most Reverend One there’s such a Being up there eating chicken dumplings and poking His nose in trivial and very grave human affairs... O he, he, he...you see my tales are but fancy and do not believe such a Creature can exist... but am I done, most Reverend One? Is my list of tales and myth and stories so limited? - No, I have a list of stories as long as the tail of the Divine Monkey that first whipped all stars into position and with its Monkey hands squeezed each planet into solid mass O there you are, you laugh and make me happy you encourage me, O Most Reverend One I will study your mood and I can tell you a tale of how your ancestors shaped this land and how they brought that chair you sit on from the Diamond Palaces of faraway India - oh, ** ** ** - you didn’t know that? and generations of your clan have sat there on that chair and so do you - and you never knew its story... I have long lists of stories and tales all true and collected from lands far and wide - ah you laugh, Most Reverend One - and you encourage me... My story itself will interest you for I was born of noble family with great wealth and pomp and estate and attendants but when my mum died, she said to me: Go you forth and collect the world’s stories and so I gave away all my possessions and I travelled all abroad and have come to my current itinerant state... See, my life itself is a story - worthy of our operas and and street theaters with much comedy and adventures... ha, ha, ha - O ** ** ** you laugh and you are pleased which pleases me... Call then your clan together, O Most Reverend One; set up a platform and I will shine like a sun on this platform and I will tell these tales in the gentle light of the moon and torches and I shall spin tales of the moment for each man and woman and each child of your most revered clan, O Most Reverend One... you laugh, and you nod you are pleased - oh, oh, ha....ha...ha... that’s good Most Reverend One... But now, Most Reverend One, I never start without terms... *shall we first talk about my accommodation, food, facilities and payment?*
poem based on painting titled "Jeon (telling a story)" by Jang Seungeop (1843~1897) (Korea) LINK to the artwork: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/42/Owon-Storytelling.jpg
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 7:40 PM UTC
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