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Amarok

A long time ago, in a place which may have been Ireland (but could just as easily have been Africa or Madagascar) there occurred a very unusual series of events.

Two men – good friends – heard of a great golden statue found standing in a great hole in the Earth, quite close to their village. Now, these were simple people and rumours spread like a contagion. Some said it was not a statue, but not a man either. One thing was certain: it never moved. But it was also said that it produced a noise, s sound, or several sounds from time to time. Now and then, people had said, it made all of its noises at the same time. The men made a plan to visit it. They left early one morning.

They progressed slowly.

“Do you feel exhausted as I do?” said the first man.

“I’ve felt better,” said the other “but we must achieve our aim.”

After many hours the first man stopped in his tracks, staring into the distance.

“I see it,” he said quietly.

“What do you see?”

“A gleaming of beautiful gold, a great haze of light…”

Despite their tiredness, they began to walk faster. But however briskly they walked, the distance between them and what the tales referred to as “the gleaming golden light” remained the same. After a while they stopped. They were very frustrated.

The quieter of the two men said, “We’ll never get there,”

“If we walk back, we’ll get there,” said his friend.

The other surveyed him.

“Why do you think so?”

Without replying, the first man rose, turned around and began walking back the way they had come.

To the amazement of the other, after a while the light became visible to him too and as they walked it drew closer. Soon the countryside around them began to look as if there had been a great fire. Blackened trees lay cracked on the ground and the Earth was scorched and barren. They felt uneasy. But they carried on.

Sure enough, they came to a massive charred hole. It was as if a great rock had been hurled from the heavens.

“What a mess,” said the first man, “let’s go and look,”

“You go,” said his more cautious companion, “tell me what you see.”

His friend crawled to the edge of the great hole. Hanging onto a blasted but well rooted tree, he peered over. In the great pit gouged from the Earth was the tallest figure he had ever seen. It was of a beautiful golden finish, entirely smooth. It was not a statue, but it was not a man. He had never seen anything like it, and he couldn’t look away.

“We have come so far,” he said to himself. “I hear it has voices to speak of things we cannot speak of.” He looked around and there was his friend next to him and he was staring into the crate.

He said “I am told that when a man hears its voice, it stays in their ears, they cannot be rid of it. It has many different voices: some happy but others sad. It roars like a baboon, murmurs like a child, rustles like water in a glass, sings like  lover and laments like a priest.”

“I have heard it only says one word,” said the other.

His friend looked at him, “I was told it depends on how you listen.”

“What can you mean?”

“Imagine a creature with a melody for a voice. You either hear it or you don’t.”

“I do not understand,” said his friend.

“He describes himself but he cannot see it; when he sees it, he cannot describe it. But there’s always the sound, he will always make the sound.”

They fell quiet. A long time passed. The second man turned to the first man.

“Doesn’t look like we’re going to hear it, doe it?”

“I have heard it.”

His friend looked at him sharply. “But there was no sound. None. What are you talking about?”

“Cheer up cloth ears,” he said “It’s only a fairytale, innit?”

By William Murray.

From the Amarok CD booklet

I have always enjoyed this little story and I love the music….

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8 responses to “Amarok

  1. enreal March 20, 2010 at 1:14 pm

    There are many wise words in this tale. I enjoyed the complex simplicity. I only wonder of the dynamics, or perhaps I am searching once more for some invisible hidden meanings, as always searching for something that may not be there.

    Have a great weekend my friend

  2. J March 20, 2010 at 1:17 pm

    “I only wonder of the dynamics, or perhaps I am searching once more for some invisible hidden meanings, as always searching for something that may not be there. ” If this is the case then that makes two of us!!

    Have a wonderful weekend
    x

  3. shiona March 20, 2010 at 4:13 pm

    What a lovely peaceful picture!

    I wonder what mood were you in that instigated you to post this story?

    • J March 20, 2010 at 10:55 pm

      The picture was taken in Scotland and the mountain in the distance is Ben Nevis.

      Every time I put the CD on I always end up reading the story. I have often felt like posting it but for some reason it never felt right until now. I think the story serves as a reminder for me to sometimes take a break from searching. I was in a good mood when I posted it and thanks to our chat this morning I have been in a good mood all day.
      xxx

  4. viv66 March 20, 2010 at 5:30 pm

    This is music I’d like to hear.
    *hint hint*
    xx

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