The Tale of Schismus, the self disarmer
A twisted little parfable about a man Schismus, who is happy and gay in the company of his male friends; and who together, work daily in the fields. One day Schismus goes missing and eventually he is found without his arms. And his arms in turn have morphed into his likeness. They also work in the fields just as hard as he, but in different ways. More
A twisted little parfable about a man Schismus, who is happy and gay in the company of his male friends; and who together, work daily in the fields. One day Schismus goes missing and eventually he is found without his arms. And his arms in turn have morphed into his likeness. They also work in the fields just as hard as he, but in different ways. This work is part comedy, part fable, part satire and a little over the top, and typical of other works such as Road Block and A Man of Fingernails.
There was a time when belief in the supernatural created ties which bound believers and worshippers into very tight communities. In one of these there was a man, Schismus, who, up until his early thirties had felt and thought exactly the same way as his community. But he was a man alone, and without a family to support, and who worked harvesting grain in the summer months; and in winter he worked gathering fuel for the community’s fires. He was a strong man, fit and able upon whom, amongst other similar men, the community depended. His reward was acceptance, because he preferred the company of other men, during the working day and at night.
It was after one night, in late spring, when Schismus’ life changed. He had been merry and gay with his fellows, for the harvest had been plentiful, and though normally restrained in his merriment, for there was work still to be done, tonight he really let his hair down, literally, because it was long and always braided into a crown; and he danced loose haired and very gaily around a roaring fire. His dancing became a frenetic whirl, much to the amusement of the other men, because Schismus was usually very serious and conscientious. Eventually the men went to their beds leaving Schismus lost in his frenetic whirl.
The next morning when they came for him the men were alarmed to find he was nowhere to be seen. They began to call out for him but there was no answer. Because there was still much work the men decided they best leave looking for Schismus until the afternoon. And as the sun began its afternoon descent the men went looking for Schismus. They fanned out in all directions searching the surrounding fields, every water course and further to the verdant hills. Schismus they called. At first they were hesitant, fearful of disaster, but as evening was drawing in their loud voices called for his name over and over again.