Fanart: The Lord of the Flies
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| LordoftheFlies [Zeichner-Galerie] | Upload: 07.06.2004 21:18 |
| Ein Nickname, der verpflichtet! Hier meine erste Version des Herrn der Fliegen! Medium: Tusche, Deckweiß. Zeit: Ca. 1 Stunde Und falls einige nicht genau weiß, worum es sich beim Lord of the Flies handelt, hier ein kleiner Exkurs: The Lord of the Flies ist ursprünglich ein Buch – und zugleich eines meiner Favoriten. Der Herr der Fliegen ist dabei ein auf einem Stock aufgespießter Schweinekopf, an dem sich einige hundert Fliegen gütlich tun. Genaueres hier in diesem Auszug aus dem englischen Orginal des Buches: "Simon stayed where he was, a small brown image, concealed by the leaves. Even if he shut his eyes the sow’s head still remained like a after-image. The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cyniscism of adult life. They assured Simon that everything was a bad business. “I know that.” Simon discovered that he had spoken aloud. He opened his eyes quickly and there was the head grinning amusedly in the strange daylight, ignoring the flies, the spilled guts, even ignoring the indignity being spiked on a stick. He looked away, licking his dry lips. A gift for the beast. Might not the beast come for it? The head, he thought, appeared to agree with him. Run away, said the head silently, go back to the others. It was a joke really – why should you bother? You were just wrong, that’s all. A little headachem simething you ate, perhaps. Go gack, child said the head silently. Simon looked up, felling the weight of his wet hair, and gazed at the sky. Up there, for once, were clouds, great bulging towers that sprouted away over the island, grey and cream and copper-colored. The clouds were sitting on the land; they squeezed, produced moment by momentthis close, tormentig heat. Even the butterflies deserted the open space where the obscene thing grinned and dripped. Simon lowered his head, carefully keeping his eyes shut, then sheltered them with his hand. There were no shadows under the trees but everywhere a pearly stillness, so that what was real seemed illusive and without definintion. The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on hies stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blooc – and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition. In Simon’s right temple, a pulse began to beat on the brain. “ You are a silly little boy,” said the Lord of the Flies, “just an ignorant, silly little boy.” Simon moved hies swollen tongue but said nothing. “Don’t you agree?” said the Lord of theFlies. “Aren’t you just a silly little boy?” Simon answered him in the same silent voice. “Well then,” said the Lord of the Flies, “you’d better run off and play with the others. They think you’re batty. You don’t wont Ralph to think you’re batty, do you? You like Rlph a lot, don’t you? And Piggy, and Jack?.” Simon’s head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away and the Lord of te Flies hung in space before him. “What are you doing out here all alone? Aren’t you afraid of me?” Simon shook. “There isn’t anyone to helü you. Only me. And I’M the Beast.” Simon’s mouth labored, brouht forth audible words. “Pig’s head on a stick.” “Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt an kill!” said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. “ You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?” The laughter shiverd again. “Come now,” said the Lord of the Flies. “Get back to the others and we’ll forget the whole thing.” Simon’s head wobbled. His eyes were half closed as though he were imiating the obscene thing on the stick. He knew thet one of hies times was coming on. The Lord of the Flies was expanding like a balloon. “ This is ridiculous. You know perfectly well you’llonly meet me down there – so don’t try to escape!” Simon’s body was arched and stiff. The Lord of the Flies spoke in the voice of a schoolmaster. “This has gone quite far enough. My poor, misguided child, do you think you know better than I do?” Ther was a pause. “I’m warning you. I’m going to get angry. D’you see? You’re not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don’t try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else – “ Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread. “ – Or else,” said the Lord of the Flies, “ we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See?” Simon was inside the mouth. He fell down and lost consciousness. " |
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