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Finally, I’d say to anyone who wants to tell these tales, don’t be afraid to be superstitious. If you have a lucky pen, use it. If you speak with more force and wit when wearing one red sock and one blue one, dress like that. When I’m at work I’m highly superstitious. My own superstition has to do with the voice in which the story comes out. I believe that every story is attended by its own sprite, whose voice we embody when we tell the tale, and that we tell it more successfully if we approach the sprite with a certain degree of respect and courtesy. These sprites are both old and young, male and female, sentimental and cynical, sceptical and credulous, and so on, and what’s more, they’re completely amoral: like the air-spirits who helped Strong Hans escape from the cave, the story-sprites are willing to serve whoever has the ring, whoever is telling the tale. To the accusation that this is nonsense, that all you need to tell a story is a human imagination, I reply, ‘Of course, and this is the way my imagination works. ↗
Truly, there is magic in fairytales. For it takes but a simply-uttered 'Once upon a time...' to allure and spellbind an audience. ↗
You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table. ↗
But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false? ↗
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It was our passion for words and our ardent desire to write that drew me and Michael together, and the same that drove us apart. Michael wanted to be a great playwright, like the former master Molière. He had high ambitions and scorned what I wrote as frivolous and feminine. ‘All these disguises and duels and abductions,’ he said contemptuously, one day a year or so after our affair began, slapping down the pile of paper covered with my sprawling handwriting. ‘All these desperate love affairs. And you wish me to take you seriously.’ ‘I like disguises and duels.’ I sat bolt upright on the edge of my bed. ‘Better than those dreary boring plays you write. At least something happens in my stories.’ ‘At least my plays are about something.’ ‘My stories are about something too. Just because they aren’t boring doesn’t mean they aren’t worthy.’ ‘What are they about? Love’ He clasped his hands together near his ear and fluttered his eyelashes.’ ‘Yes, love. What’s wrong with writing about love? Everyone longs for love.’ ‘Aren’t there enough love stories in the world without adding to them? ‘Isn’t there enough misery and tragedy?’ Michael snorted with contempt. ‘What’s wrong with wanting to be happy? ‘It’s sugary and sentimental.’ ‘Sugary? I’m not sugary.’ I was so angry that I hurled my shoes at his head. ↗
One of my favourite things to do when I write is to bring a sense of wonder to a normal everyday setting... Yes, there are magical elements, but there are also very down-to-earth elements and often what shines through isn’t the magic, but the lanterns that the characters light against the dark... If you substitute the words “fairy tale” or “myth” for “fantasy,” the reason I use these elements in my own work is that they create resonances that illuminate solutions to the real world struggle without the need for an authorial voice to point them out. Magic never solves the problems–we have to do that on our own–but in fiction it allows the dialogue to have a much more organic approach than the talking heads one can encounter in fiction that doesn’t utilize the same tools. [from the interview Year’s Best 2012: Charles de Lint on “A Tangle of Green Men”] ↗
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Though it's fearful, Though it's deep, though it's dark And though you may lose the path, Though you may encounter wolves, You can't just act, You have to listen. you can't just act, You have to think. Though it's dark, There are always wolves, There are always spells, There are always beans, Or a giant dwells there. So into the woods you go again, You have to every now and then. Into the woods, no telling when, Be ready for the journey. Into the woods, but not too fast or what you wish, you lose at last. Into the woods, but mind the past. Into the woods, but mind the future. Into the woods, but not to stray, Or tempt the wolf, or steal from the giant-- The way is dark, The light is dim, But now there's you, me, her, and him. The chances look small, The choices look grim, But everything you learn there Will help when you return there. The light is getting dimmer.. I think I see a glimmer-- Into the woods--you have to grope, But that's the way you learn to cope. Into the woods to find there's hope Of getting through the journey. Into the woods, each time you go, There's more to learn of what you know. Into the woods, but not too slow-- Into the woods, it's nearing midnight-- Into the woods to mind the wolf, To heed the witch, to honor the giant, To mind, to heed, to find, to think, to teach, to join, to go to the Festival! Into the woods, Into the woods, Into the woods, Then out of the woods-- And happy ever after! ↗
To most people today, the name Snow White evokes visions of dwarfs whistling as they work, and a wide–eyed, fluttery princess singing, "Some day my prince will come." (A friend of mine claims this song is responsible for the problems of a whole generation of American women.) Yet the Snow White theme is one of the darkest and strangest to be found in the fairy tale canon — a chilling tale of murderous rivalry, adolescent sexual ripening, poisoned gifts, blood on snow, witchcraft, and ritual cannibalism. . .in short, not a tale originally intended for children's tender ears. Disney's well–known film version of the story, released in 1937, was ostensibly based on the German tale popularized by the Brothers Grimm. Originally titled "Snow–drop" and published in Kinder–und Hausmarchen in 1812, the Grimms' "Snow White" is a darker, chillier story than the musical Disney cartoon, yet it too had been cleaned up for publication, edited to emphasize the good Protestant values held by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. (...) Variants of Snow White were popular around the world long before the Grimms claimed it for Germany, but their version of the story (along with Walt Disney's) is the one that most people know today. Elements from the story can be traced back to the oldest oral tales of antiquity, but the earliest known written version was published in Italy in 1634. ↗
Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway. ↗
Ci chiamano usurpatori, loro, che hanno usurpato ogni speranza per ciascuna generazione a venire, loro che tutto prendono senza nulla chiedere. Noi che abbiamo avuto l’ardire di strappar loro un pezzetto di terra per viverci in pace, loro che la terra la vogliono tutta per farci la guerra. Ci chiamano usurpatori, senza ricordare che i primi usurpatori sono loro, loro che hanno commesso il peccato maggiore, quel peccato che noi cerchiamo di accomodare. Loro hanno strappato la terra alla terra, l’hanno imbrigliata nelle cartine geografiche, stampata sugli stivali e sulle borse, hanno ucciso per mangiare e mangiato per uccidere, senza rispettare nulla che non fosse la loro fame di cibo e di morte. Noi non chiediamo niente, se non di vivere la vita che vogliamo, la vita che lassù non ci permettevano, perché non c’era abbastanza spazio per tutti. Entro il 2015 servivano settantamila dottori, tutti gli altri non servivano a niente. Un tempo, signori, non si era liberi, e si faceva quello che ti dicevano di fare. Adesso si è liberi, così dicono, ma quello che ti dicono lo devi fare lo stesso. Perché se non fai il dottore, allora fai la fame. Se non sei ingegnere, non lavori. Se non t’iscrivi nel ramo dell’industria, uno stipendio poi chi te lo dà. E sbranarsi e sventolare bandiere e strillare come scimmie per un boccone di pensione, quando sei troppo vecchio per gustartela, perché gli anni migliori della tua vita li hai passati a lavorare per loro. Vuoi fare l’insegnante – perché non prendi Farmacia? Vuoi essere archeologo – ma cercati un lavoretto buono. Vuoi scrivere – tanto, se non sei famoso, non ti pubblicano. E soffocare soffocare soffocare le ambizioni perché l’ambizione è peccato e non porta pane, l’ambizione è tempo perso, braccia sottratte alla produzione. E sempre un livore un livore nel petto a fare quel che è giusto fare, ma non quello che si vuol fare. Siamo morti in partenza perché volare basso ci uccide. ↗
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