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Writing this novelette I am thankful for Christ for giving me an insight into the writing of the Novel. There are 3 Genres of the Novel. They are, a Painting-Novel, Narrative-Novel and a Philosophical-Novel. A Painting novel is a painting of words. The writer ornaments and decorates the language A painting novel is made up of figures of speech. A Narrative novel involves characters and time Time is is classified into Narrative time the inner consciousness of the writer and symbolic time is the lived time. Philosophical-novel is the play of language. The writer uses puns, allusions, parables, idioms and neologisms, It also involves reinterpreting old texts.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
I met this known evangelist on the road. Very joyfully he called put to me: ‘son’. I said I blunt: ‘I have no money’. He turned his back and walked away from me.
I have known this shady, nothing-good character very long in life. Actually he is my cousin. When he was in 10th grade, he became a drug and was hospitalized with medication. His father became fed up of him and desperately pleaded with my father to educate and cure him. My father was running a school and offered to help. Gradually my father weaned him off his medication and he used to have withdrawal symptoms. My father used to hug him and he was finally cured and wrote the exams and passed. Now well established: he visited me and asked how the school is doing? I said: it is doing well. He said: he will never send his son to my school as it is full pariahs (untouchables of India). I became aghast at his words. What a shallow remarkable character is he? He does not have even an iota of gratitude.
Lay your hand on the Plough
Lay your hand on the plough as an idiom means not turning back on one’s decision. My decision to live and work in Kerala is laying my hand on the plough.
Preach Vedas to a Bull
Preach Vedas to a bull means you cannot make a person sensible with common sense. Don’t preach Vedas to a Bull.
Darling—you erotic river—you nymph of Passionate –Ecstasy –Let me pour –Lips with—Poetic passion—Let me undress –You and see you –Nude—you nymph—Let me squeeze—your breasts –And suckle –Your nipples—with vigor Of passion—Let me dabble –My tongue in
Your sweet orifice—and cradle you To the peaks—of ecstasy—let me mount
You and soak –You with the—River of love—.
Poems float the sky an ode is being sung; canticles glide as an opera.
Darling –I miss you— So much—Poems
Of kisses –Break out –On my lips—let me embrace –You and caress –And let me –Feel the rhythm –Of your sweet
Body—your breasts Are so Passionately Round—I love the –Way your –Nipples
Stand taut –Let me –Squeeze
Them and –Suckle them –With odes of
Joy—there’s –Your honey –Lips—Let me
Melt my –Tongue in it –And cajole
You to sweet Ecstasy.