The Unhappy Body by Lord Dunsany

邓塞尼勋爵的《不幸的身体》

Stories from the Borders of Sleep

2012-01-22

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Every once in a while, we have decided to unearth a short story from the public domain and to give it the "Borders of Sleep" treatment. Here's a curious tale originally published in 1910 by Lord Dunsany in a collection entitled A Dreamer's Tales. Enjoy!
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  • Somewhere between waking and sleeping on our journey towards the unfathomable deep,

  • there comes a thin moment where we have one foot in the waking world and the other is in that other world where we relinquish conscious control.

  • Pausing here and straddled between two planets that drive one another like gears,

  • the attentive traveler will notice a narrow door only wide enough to sidle through.

  • This is the border of sleep, where imagination and reality are braided together,

  • a chasm in the crust of consciousness,

  • venting the hot pumice of imagery into the irresistible magma of narrative.

  • Welcome to episode 22 of Stories from the Borders of Sleep,

  • a weekly podcast of curious tales from bordersofsleep.com featuring original stories by your host Seymour jacklin,

  • and visit bordersofsleep.com for more information or to leave some feedback.

  • Artwork is by Robin Traynor, production by Tim Wiles,

  • and the soundtrack for this week's episode is from Glass Desert by Harlan Williams.

  • It's available from magnetune.com this week is the first of a very occasional new feature of the podcast where we unearth another author's work from the public domain and give it to the Borders of Sleep treatment.

  • This story is from a collection called A Dreamer's Tales,

  • published in 1910 by Lord Dunsany so if you are ready to journey with me,

  • then I shall begin the Unhappy Body by Lord Dunsany why do you not dance with us and rejoice with us?

  • They said to a certain body, and then that body made the confession of its trouble.

  • It said, I'm united with a fierce and violent soul,

  • and it's altogether tyrannous and will not let me rest.

  • And he drags me away from the dances of my kin to make me toil at his detestable work,