The Crocodile and the Fly. And the Bird. And the Spider too. a fable

The spider weaved a beautiful web.

“This is my art. This is what I do”, she said as passers by stopped and watched.

“I hope you enjoy my work, I think I am getting close to discovering my signature style”.

The fly flew by oblivious to the art. The spider struck up conversation and talked with high brow. The fly, intimidated, decided to praise the work most easily available to its eyes. “The lines, I see, represent the connections of the living things with life, the center is that spring of life we all crave and search for”, he exclaimed excitedly but with a controlled range, too anxious to sound smart, endearingly failing to the audience of one, but still surprised by itself of what so rapidly had been blurted out, trying at once to remember what it was.

“I am amazed! You sure can see through what I thought was so personal yet tried to convey”, after a thoughtful careful pause, she continued with a friendly but hesitant voice, “I don’t usually allow strangers to do this—I am very protective of my work you see…, but you have won my trust and you should be able to touch my art. Only that way you will really feel its meaning. I have an odd sensation that through your perception you can unearth more things hidden within it than even I could have found.

The limbs of the fly were the missing stroke of genius that would catapult Spider to artistic renown.

The spider proudly traveled around showcasing her work to more of the flies who in turn empowered her craft to insurmountable stature.

I wish I could say that the fly, surviving somehow, realized this and was very, very sad, taking the lesson to heart, but I obviously can’t. I wish I could tell you that remorse filled the spider that brought her to change, but I’d need to ask her and last time I saw her she was but a gulp inside the bird’s throat.

So, what is the moral of this fable, you may ask…

Why, well, it is, of course, that you should beware… of… say, spider-ravenous cold-eyed evil birds destroying artwork, grabbing you from perhaps a leg—just one of all you might have—and toy with you around and gulp you deep down.

So come already and absorb this wisdom that the spiders and flies and the treacherous birds so eagerly want you to listen to.


6 responses to “The Crocodile and the Fly. And the Bird. And the Spider too. a fable

  1. The strange thing is, that’s EXACTLY the moral I came to on my own! Okay, just kidding. I thought you were building up to some moral about the treachery of vanity and the danger of feigning intellectualism (or intellectualism in general!) I thought it would be akin to an emperor’s new clothes type of story. I thought the spider would represent the established intellectuals (the true snobs, the truly and atrociously arrogant) and then I just couldn’t figure out who the bird would be… maybe the bird is the blogger who can wipe away crumbs of a cruel eraser with a mirthless laugh, and there, it’s all done with.

  2. ramblingsfromthezoo

    Loved your comment… it for some reason gave me a boost in the morning that I read it as I was rushing to work.

    I particularly loved it when you said “maybe the bird is the blogger who can wipe away crumbs of a cruel eraser with a mirthless laugh, and there, it’s all done with”. haha in some way that is very true.

    I just loved how you gave it all a good picture with such good wording! I guess some of those things are things I did want to put into the characters or whatever they are but didn’t consciously go for anything very specific as it was just writing whatever came to mind to complete it (I did have an idea of a fable, but once I was here, I completely forgot it and decided to make the whole thing a rather absurd one).

    Anyway, thanks for the comment!

  3. Ah, thanks for the compliments on my comment, haha. But back to your post, or what you had to say about your post, that is fantastic, the idea of a fable as kind of a faux launching point (I don’t think I found the right word there). That is, I like it that you started out with this certain type of story (the fable) and got us all inching closer and closer to the monitors with every sentence, waiting to see where you were going, what valuable lesson you were going to teach, and then at a certain point it became very clear that you had no intention of wrapping it all up very neatly, that you had perhaps taken us for a ride, and what a fun ride it was! Would you consider this fable for fable’s sake? Would you consider it critical of the fable-format? Do you think that neatly packaged lessons are no longer artistic unless we twist them out of their packaging? Ah, sometimes it’s more fun to comment on a blog than to write your own!

  4. As for all of those questions at the end, I think you already answered them when you said, “I did have an idea of a fable, but once I was here, I completely forgot it and decided to make the whole thing a rather absurd one.” That kind of reminded me of the post I wrote a while back about the two people in the park, with the diamond rings… just writing for fun and letting other people speculate if there is any meaning. Is there a word for this type of writing?

  5. ramblingsfromthezoo

    I was going to get into all this in the previous comment, but I didn’t in fear I’d sound overly absorbed in my little writing; but now that you seem to be ok with it and it seems enjoyable, I’ll go ahead with it all:

    I didn’t plan out a moral or a teaching and I didn’t sketch out any character. Once I was left without a moral I went to the absurd to bring in a bird out of nowhere, and obviously took it further when I added a crocodile to the title. I loved your insight because it made me meditative about it and in some ways what you said is true. While I was writing whatever came to mind and tried to put it together to form something, I did create characters with characteristics of things I often try to sort of show or communicate in the few things that I write. I more than once (and I’ll even take as an example that nanowrimo attempt) make characters that toy with artistry and intellectualism in general, and also do attempt to expose those who are more in love with the idea of those two things than with the art or the truth themselves. Be it innocent posers like most of us get to be at times or the arrogant who even take power in what they claim they have, knowing or not (often not) that they don’t really have it, but still taking awful advantage from it. So I guess I did have these things in mind when I wrote the few sentences that to some extent depicted those characters and while writing it I did want to show those pitfalls even when I didn’t set out to expose them at the moment I sat down to write it.

    Your explanation of the bird is right on the spot in a similar way. I like to detach from what’s going on to see the broader picture and in some way the bird is that, it shows the meaninglessness of it all, not to cheapen it, but to detach from the situation and see the simplicity of what is. I don’t know, I think I often try to present situations like that when I try to write or in different approaches when I try to explain things on conversation.

    Moving on, it could be said I was critical of fables but only to the extent a parody must be critical. I do agree that something confined to a fable is not necessarily art, but art can use it and even live within it. To answer something else you said, I did write this trying to make sense within, even if it used the absurd.

    In conclusion, although I didn’t intend or plan to say something loud and clear that would be relevant, I still consciously, but without meditation, mildly tried to portray things I think relevant. So, maybe changing the bit about the spider being the established intellectual to it being someone taking power in something he or she shouldn’t be, your interpretations are right (and in conciseness and wording, I’d refer to your explanation over mine)—not so much as you interpretations depict my initial intent, but more as they depict my mind as I was writing.

  6. ramblingsfromthezoo

    mmm.. maybe I did anyway sound too absorbed in my petty little writing… that comment could have been my weekly post that I havent posted.

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