September 30th 2019

I was able to coin some new metonymies today. Here they are:

He caught a sea of fish. The All Seeing Eye and the Unfinished Pyramid is money. The walls of my brain are trembling with excitement. She wore a garden of veils around her face. I long to pierce the chains of bad luck. I love to have money floating in my purse like Mermaids. Let the seed that you birth, prosper into fruit. Make a rudder to steer the storm of adversity. May the Shepherd’s Crook strike a huge windfall. His limbs were stiff as a cadaver. The air was cold as ice. I am going to marry a Mermaid. What is the harm of counting the chicken before they are hatched? Jesus said: I AM THE WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE; they are edible fruits for a good life. The winds of fortune are blowing favorably for me. The plot of the Novel is hackneyed and no longer relevant. Socrates you were murdered for Democracy. He was looking like an antique clown. Works of art hung on the wall. I will emerge out victorious from ashes and dust to the fair winds of recognition. The effort made by the tortoise was more valuable than the sloth of the hare. The Bridegroom Dresses the Church his bride. A dancer was crawling on the wall. His mind was polluted with lechery. Thought rises as a plateau and the sinks as a valley. My feelings have crossed the isles of imagination. I live with a creative heart. The leaves of dusk brighten with the coming of the sun. Mind is Reason and the Body is Passion.
Should a Writer use Sex in the Novel
For many writers, this is an ambivalent question. With the mammoth spread of pornography on the web, writing about sex is rather old fashioned. Yes, the writer has to draw a fine line between sex and smut. It is necessary to use flowery language while penning sex. Give a reign to the pen; let it become a flower on whose the intercourse is carried by the pouring of ink. Some examples are: My Dearest Beloved, your body is chiseled like wheat; your breasts are a bounty of grain; let me lip your mouth is ecstatic mirth; let me sprinkle your fountain with joy of passionate love; let’s bliss into the river of passionate love.

Rain

Rain—
Pouring now
The monsoon
In harvest;
There it is,
Pounding on
Roof tops
Like rhythms
Of Jazz—
Clouds go
Berserk and
Grumble,
You evoke
In me
A dream
Of music ….
I listen
To your fall
As the verses
Of a poet….
Yes,
I am with
You sharing
Your love.

September 29th 2019

Morning sky bore a cosmic look. I woke up fresh after a sedated sleep. In my little village, Kurianoor, birds flock in hordes and their twittering and cheeping sounds are a heavenly music to the ear.

I thought a lot about literature that I love with my heart and soul. Words are precious gems of moods and emotions.

Irony
I was wondering about the birth of Irony. Irony is being born from our deepest desires, moods, feelings and passions. Irony seeks a release in the human world where everything is topsy turvy. As our feelings go older with age, we realize that our desires can’t be satisfied to the fullness and irony awakens and writers adorn their pen with it.

I am not sure about what to write. I am allowing my pen to flow all the way. For a writer the meaning of life is a jocund pen. A pen flowers from the writer’s heart. Writer’s text is the flesh and blood of writing. The writer pushes forth a baby from the vagina. Sometimes writers put on a mask while writing. Sometimes the writer puts words which cannot be expressed. For a writer there’s real self and a fictional self. Many a time there’s an erotic intercourse with words. The meaning of life for a writer is found in the pen of words.

Metonymy
My loins burn with fire. Evening’s carpet is pulchritude. I erupted in her as molten lava. The wave brought out a child. I had an outing with the stars. God is there to smooth the storm. Death was falling gently on to the ground. I am the prodigal son returning to the father. I blissed her with love. Born in the manger is one of rejoicing. The ark walked on land before building the ark. She became an ecstasy of vaginal music. I live with the ocean of feeling. Karate gave a flying kick. I hope my mind won’t be imprisoned within the four walls of my brain


Meta-Fiction

I pondered the meaning of Meta-Fiction in postmodern writing. What does meta-fiction mean? Meta-fiction is Fiction within Fiction. Some attributes of Meta-fiction are: unreliable narrator, extreme irony, allusion, pun, pastiche and lampoon.


Unreliable Narrator

What does an unreliable narrator mean? The author becomes a narrator and super vents the meaning of the text. The author plays with the text and engages the reader to discriminate between fiction and reality. Unreliable narrator relates very much to the theater of Brecht.

Irony
Another feature of Postmodern Fiction is extreme irony. The writing of the author is a brain infested with a swarm of lice. Extreme irony proceeds on the grounds that the world is topsy turvy and that there is nothing perfect in the world.

Inter-textuality
Post Modern Fiction also indulges in inter-textuality. The author constructs a dialogue with existing texts. Let’s take some examples from the Bible. Let’s look at the life of the grand patriarch Abraham. Abraham stands as an idiom for loyalty, trust and faithfulness. James Joyce cane be related to an author who was confused with his Irish Catholicism and Greek Hellenism. Joyce was aspiring to be Nietzsche’s Ubermensch.

Allusion
The next characteristic of postmodern fiction is referral to allusion. Some examples are: we have to clean the Augean stables of Democracy. The statue of Liberty stands for freedom and liberty. We must imbibe the peace and non violence of Mahatma Gandhi.

Puns
The use of Puns is also reminiscent of Postmodern Fiction. For example: Lend your arms and arms for the nation. The Mazeonic emblem is an enigma. Eyeinglish is my favorite language.

Pastiche
The next feature of Postmodern Fiction is writing in the style of the pastiche. It is writing in the style of an older text to show its flaws with humor. Some examples are: His voice was a Cathedral of Honor. Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children creates the illusion of characters born on Indian independence and having psychic powers. Modern India has become corporate power, dismantling Gandhi’s concept of a Village.

Lampoon
The next feature of Postmodern Fiction is lampoon. Lampoon is making a satire. For example: The Marxian Ideal of a perfect state, blends with the idea of the Kingdom of God as proclaimed by liberation theology and both are showing their demise in a phallic driven free market economy.

The Church

My mother and wife broke away from the traditional church and moved to the Pentecostal Church which was very small in number. My mother growing old was worried about the burial place as it was very dingy in the Pentecostal church. I went to the traditional church and asked the sexton what are the dues? I also asked him whether we can join again. He was curt and brushed me off. He said that the Parish Priest is deeply offended and will give a letter to us and we have to reply. Yes the Church of today is a business with no scruples.