The Literary Fairy

A figure appears; not forcefully, yet not by any means accidentally. The time-worn face is austere as though accustomed to being influential, yet with a playful softness around the corners or her mouth and in the wrinkle on top of her nose. She stands on a lovely hill, face turned to the wind, body adjusting to every new gust and sensing every airy whisper, waiting, eyes closed as if in a reverie. Swarms of tiny beautiful beings swirling restlessly all around her, ready for the slightest sign at which they will spring into action to fulfill her every desire.

 Off to one side a short, stout Book Fairy begins to open his dry pages like wings, ready to be made useful. At this her eyes open, lit with clarity fresh as a child’s but mingled with a deeper wisdom, and quickly light on the little Book Fairy. The Literary Fairy is borne up by twin sprites, Literacy and Understanding, whose attention and servitude she commands at all times. Together they build up speed until they are traveling faster than a ray of light, and with the Book Fairy (much more agile than he appears!) leading the way they plunge headlong into other worlds. As one, these fairies dart about discovering and studying and exploring all sorts of novelties, concepts and notions, events from the past, present and future, people from all nations, and all things imagined. Every time the Literary Fairy and her little lively clan come upon something striking in any way, she emanates words, a dreamy discharge of communication in many forms; conscious thoughts arranged in sentences are sent out from her flowing garments, the ends of her hair drip with sentiments, and she whispers with the energized air of one who knows, yet wants to know more.

 Wonderful mysteries are sought, new worlds surveyed and old familiarities visited until the pages of the little Book Fairy are spent. Their movements begin to slow. Lights dim and sensory excitement is moderated.

 Finally back on the hill now, the Fairy takes a deep breath and is content for the moment, but inwardly longs to fly again and feels the desire so keenly a tear runs down her cheek. Her eyes close, and her face seeks the wind again. The soothing breeze calms her, she finds her strength, and she waits.

 

 

 

A pretty young Book Fairy gives an impatient twitch and looks up at the Literary Fairy from the other side of the hill. The Fairy knows, and with her eyes closed for one more moment of serene reflection, the corners of her mouth turn up and her heart beats faster, ready…


A Midwestern American Fairy Directory

Fairies follow in the wake of beauty; wherever something is perceived to be majestic, exquisite, lovely, charming, or of a pleasant nature in any way, one can be sure to find a fairy associated. Here are some we’ve found in Wisconsin.

Ruling Fairies of the Seasons

Summer’s fairy reigns most gloriously, and her enthusiasm for beauty and activity and her rapt attention to detail makes the joy of the season complete. She fervently encourages all the world to exult in pure youthful elation, and eagerly arranges fairies to gather for song and dance day and night. Harmony is sovereign in Summer’s season of verdant triumph.

Autumn’s hand is kindest, one by one putting her many subjects to sleep in preparation for her sister, Winter, to follow. Middle-aged Autumn has a little bit of a crazy side, however, and loves to hurdle off tree branches in a blaze of fiery color, landing lightly on the soft ground. Then after tucking the plant fairies into their beds, she settles in herself, whispering into the air nameless mysteries of her kind as she drifts off to sleep.

While various tender plant fairies and animals hibernate, mature Winter frequently neglects to welcome in the sunshine for the day. Often she cries out in the night with her passion for dominance, and drunk with power frequently exults in her capacity to shake humankind’s staunch routine, making quite free to shut down electrical systems, roadways, schools. The feeling will eventually wear off however, and Winter may drift into a reverie (or hangover?) leaving the world wet and slippery, and eventually wander off, shedding her white mantle behind her.

Sweet Spring shudders off the heavy cloak that Winter left behind, sometimes with difficulty, but afterward sparkling with new life and energy. She dashes hither and thither in her newfound strength after sleeping so long; wind fairies drive her to exert herself, and hand in hand then with the puddle fairies, she performs a healthy ‘Spring cleaning,’ leaving the earth fresh and vibrant, and eager to know Summer’s warm smile again.

A plethora of tree fairies

Tree fairies (TFs) are on the whole a different societal classification of fairies. Many TFs (like elm and live oak) only associate themselves with others of the fairy kind whom they believe to be elite, such as the volatile and very influential wind fairies, whose subtle, evocative spirits move the tree fairies as one (with other elite tree fairy species only, of course) to grandly celebrate their existence and revel together in the joy of superiority. Still other tree fairies, however (mulberry or magnolia, for instance), are a little more practical, finding pleasure in the redolence of a spring morning or a caterpillar crawling on a branch.

Evergreen trees have shy fairies of a steadfast and protective nature. Peeking between the heavy branches of their trees, these quiet fairies favor gray mornings or moonlit evenings. They are more touched by the cry of a lonely wolf or solitary heron than of kittens’ saucy chatter or lizard’s sarcasm, although they are not impervious to birdsong and sunshine’s charm. Winter is the season of their glory, and they, like any true fairy, delight in sprucing up the scene with a little color, and of course when Christmas time rolls around, evergreen fairies get all the adoration and attention their timid but happy spirits can take in!

The willow tree fairy is a moody creature, at times completely introverted and self-absorbed, at other times wishes to commiserate with choirs of other willow fairies, and together they sing out their woes to the wind with agonizing dance-like movements depicting their misery. Willow fairies do not make themselves very useful, and tend to be tragically weak and sickly: unfortunately, they are usually the first to be dashed to their ruin by excessively cruel storms.

The delicate birch tree fairies are blessed with extra beauty; they are often prone to vanity, for they glow with a lovely pale complexion and their thin limbs and angular features are very fine indeed. It is said that opposites attract; birch tree fairies care very much for the reserved evergreen fairy kind, and they are happy to complement each other and may dwell in close proximity with great harmony.

Delectable fruit fairies

Grape fairy — Even if a grape is very small, its fairy is proportionately voluptuous; a jolly plumpness characterizes the grape fairies, and they are very community-oriented. Their many inside jokes keep them sitting around in little groups, gossiping and giggling, falling over each other in their giddy laughter.

Strawberry fairy — Of all the fruit fairies, the strawberry is by far the most enticing, even mesmerizing. They emanate a strong, heady scent to capture, siren-like, all who happen upon their territory, luring innocents and grown-ups alike into a sumptuous and most desirable experience. By all means, beware the love of the strawberry.

Apple fairy — more lively than most, apple fairies enjoy bright, gossipy conversations, with delicious topics of mild local controversy.

Pear fairy — the loquacious pear fairies love to gather and philosophize. They discuss long and imperiously under the swaying boughs, and their portly shapes may seem a little un‑fairylike, but these nymphs of the orchard are embraced by the rest of fairydom as a symbol of learned delight.

Hearty veggie fairies

Corn fairy — I cannot describe the corn fairy better than a dear friend has already, and so I quote, as she viewed “a whole passel of corn-field fairies, shallowly deserting their leveled rows of corn and gathering in gusty jollity up and down the few that remained standing; there they joke in husky tones until they must bed down for the winter.”

Pea fairy — The babies of the fairy fellowship, these delightful (and very dependant) sprites cuddle together and play cat’s cradle or dainty games of blossom ball.

Editor’s note: while it cannot be denied their existence is possible, there have been NO brussels sprout fairies found to date.

Other fairies

Exhaust fairy — If you ever watch kids on 4-wheelers or go-karts, and they zoom by in a cloud of dust, you may hear a whistling sound amongst the din of the engines’ roar. Such a sound is emitted by the fairies’ laughter whistling out between their cracked little teeth. They are impervious to the change of season, an unusual fairy quality, and cavort and exude their odors both day and night.

Exhaust fairies are near cousins to steam and smoke fairies, who are much more gentle by nature, yet more powerful in essence. Since before the industrial revolution, steam fairies have fought madly against men’s harnesses and have been used as a power source. However, they much prefer to slow-dance above mugs of hot chocolate and pots of spaghetti.

Puddle fairy — Some puddle fairies are muddy, fun-loving, splashes of rowdiness playing in the middle of boring pavement, others are cool, calm, and quiet, impishly mirroring all who come near,thinking they make themselves invisible. Puddle fairies have a tendency to forget just where they are in their merry-making, and may even slip into your house and dance on your living room carpet during a rainy spell.

Bubble fairy — blessed with a special gift to dance on pure air, bubble fairies are strange beings, holding the curiosity of humans for eons. They are absolutely indestructible under water, however they are unable to stay underwater. On the other hand, floating peacefully along in the air and minding their own business, they are very sensitive to any pressure. For instance, wind fairies in a rambunctious mood may topple them, or when riding the edges of sea waves they may become unbalanced. Bubble fairies are unique and exquisite but not very perceptive and generally short-lived, frequently meeting their demise simply by bumping into other fairies.

The delicate bubble fairies are not to be confused with the vestiges of departed mermaids upon the sea.


Augustine

Walking down the narrow lane,
February pricks my outstretched tongue
With icy crystals of mingled hail and snow.
I wonder if the peace I feel comes from
The quiet brought on by the heaviness
Of such a snow-fall
Or from the presence of angels
Guarding the once-quick
Forms here resting.

Lawrence
Dietrich
Kellen
The names drifted by,
Were drifted under by
The driving snow and hail.

Cudahy
Mason
Ruhe
Only the boldest names
Whispered from under their veil
Or called out from the lee side,
Some still slowly drowning in the flurry
The rest demurely sleeping.

Yonder is the Virgin Mother fittingly clothed
In double white of marble and snow.
Angels crouched beneath
Parthenon-shaped shelters
Or great cedar hedges
Seem to appreciate their escape.

And my Augustine,
Resting these long 167 years and who,
Only having lived 37 before that
May not have had silver hair then,
Silver white now graces
The stone features
That hold such warmth against the cold.


Nurnberger Essen

The Roslein. Nurnberg, Germany, 2008

Possibly the best meal to pass my esophagus. Ever.

Sauerbraten, kartoffelknödel, und blaukraut.
(Or, sloooooowly marinated beef that melts in your mouth, potato dumpling that makes you cry for joy, and a special kind of beet-pickled kraut that kicks your ass and french kisses you after.)

Scribble Therapy

Randomly written between waking and sleeping the morning of Tuesday, February 15, 2011

 

Where is it? Talk to, not through

When will it happen

I will

Thank you

Eternal wells

You are not helping

Is it me? In 2 ways

With a pillow on top

Analyze the alphabet

In charge

Firecracker

Hole in one, one in the hole, the whole one, one holy

holding back

STOP

I don’t want to Forcing the issue I’d like to buy a vowel Beautiful gowns for washing the dishes and rags to wear to church Gemütlichkeit Geshundheit

Learn it know it yesterday is when it happened by me. don’t talk about it Bitter TV has a vendetta Walk the dog, that’s easier. Go see about it. Come see about me, better yet. I will. That one prized posession, the one place I won’t go can’t drag it out of me Wild praries oceans forests as far as the eye can see Cyclops Write a book how can you when you can’t smell? Tear down the bed Bite off more than you can chew stop it STOP IT leave me alone orange stripey is a good word Whining about mortal wounds Shake it on the dance floor YES Get into the sperm car Whales can make me whole again and and And and and AND and and and th-th-that’s all folks the beginning of ______________ all jumped off a cliff

Face the claw Send me a song Get into the basket and stay there Red on Friday So much to do Golden harps sound like rain Get off me I don’t want to be wet anymore so stop raining. Play with your tail til you go to sleep It’s not going to happen again. Good, but that’s so horrible. TURN IT OFF makes the magic happen It’s kind of funny, more than shen I started Get rich quick ok he can’t fix it yes he can Jillian Michels. go for it when your Romans get slaughtered. Cheerleaders for the Giants we won, but they have upgraded. Bend over. No really. Wooden pieces of my heart-shaped nothing I won’t show you what’s behind curtain #13 For the good times It’s all falling out Shut up slip me a mickey as soon as the cabinet is voted in. Can’t you see I did it myself It all comes back to that. One day it will happen in 2007. Accidents are not loving. But they propose to have a play-date. It’s all cut and dried I love how they made the cookies Can’t we all just go back Faster fast always remember faithful Blephiskew the song of the wind is in my head. I don’t want Start it all over, just go somewhere Take me to NO no more ands Victorian shit you are Down by the banks of the hanky panky Sing for me you are my phantom and my heart is your operahouse Sell that chandelier. Cook a baker. Twist the bedspread. Why can’t I clean the screen? It’s coming. Stripes of candy cane sweater back shepherd of mysulky vom fass Cut out paper doll, yeah that will help right now. My nemisis before I could drive myself Why are there two of them Assembly line Ink blots don’t even start my hand Invitation to puke but the music was glorious you bastard Soul custody. Don the white shiny blouse of perfection. Always better than a best friend never good enough for a bad smell clean your remote control Yeah that’s it, control. Eat 5 gallons and see where it gets you. Then one time when I was a band camp… Get that cash money. Success vs. love, no two ways about it. Horses of my spring. Autumn and break your funny bone. Pillows might not be the answer to everything. Opposable thumbs. It always happens that way. Let not trouble bar. Kesseljunge. Distribute the dreams Buttons for eyeballs and fur for comfort. Tube well my friend. It’s windy Paytime is for sissies and concubines. Stop acting like you’re treated. I will carry you to the tune of Sound of Music It’s all strained if you think about it. Ear candles on the rung out jump on a curtain because you know you like it, ha ha

Get a sense of humor, it’s on their To-Do List. Periods are the end of a lot of things. I wrote in the wrong place and you didn’t let me officially pick a middle name. Don’t use vague words, just spell it right. Save the bees, I was with you for the little furry things. Don’t quote, it’s not nice. Again from the Big Inning. A hole in my thigh. Static. Screw the Irish. Still not telling. Validate my roses. Buy them some laminate.

Sneaking to write a book. MY marbles, staking my claim. $40 means unrequited love. Plaid shirts, too. This time the ‘and’ is good but that’s rare isn’t it. Talking to the invisible friend that let me down. Sound off, 1, 2, 3, 4

Wag your head, I’ll way my tail. Don’t yawn now of all times. It’s on, I told you that. Bury a bone and not what you think. Dread another day of the bull Wanna get out into the country, get out OF the country better yet.

No more, well maybe just a little, it’s the story of my life. Make that noun a verb. Laundry is a contradiction. Need me to open the door. The ring: beautiful beautiful day Building snowmen, then warehouses what’s the difference. I left a gap?? That’s your beef? He’s going to EAA and I’m oging to stay and come. Of course not. The Empress Theodora. Painting is as much knowledge. Jason, his Arganauts and the 40 theives. You ruined wildebeasts for me. Descendants vs. Ancestors, niether can win. Words make whirlwinds all the time, just too many. Through the looking glass and take me out to the ball game. It feels orange. Touch as nails. Fiddler on the roof but I’m not allowed to come up: two times! Massage visions, can’t remember the second one. I’l get in the rut for you, I mean it. Can’t you see I’m just Morris the Moose. Media are crucial. Develop soup. Cool on top, warm on the bottom, only the opposite. Vitals are the key. The Pauper, the 2nd son, the youngest daughter. spell spell You’re getting warmer. Stop blowing, even if it’s warm. Screaming in the windy tree =) Of course. Casting lots. Rocks from the beach. More thoughts than words Don’t tell the guys, they’ll beat ‘em up! Your left ass cheek. Old Christmas cards singing their songs from all the way across the room.

Pant.


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