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This novelette belongs to the postmodern genre of philosophical fiction. It consists of an intrusion into a rewriting of literary and biblical texts. Idioms are generated from contemporary culture. There's a lot of inter-textuality. There are also attempts to make philosophy into a fictional fable. This work also bears the seed of many neologisms. 

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Anand Bose

Twilight Opera

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Dream Journal

Early morning, I had a strange dream. IO can't interpret its meaning. I dreamed of a search made by the Police. In the dream they are extracting fleshy pieces of beef and are searching for human remains. In the end of the dream they find pieces of meat. Then I woke up. 

Quixaphor

 Quixaphor is a new figure of speech coined from Metaphor and Quixote. An example of Quixaphor is Dicktionary coined from Dick and Dictionary. Another is Sexicon coined from Sex and lexicon. Dicktionary is a metaphoric dissemination of sperm. Sexicon is excess of amrorousness. 

Santa is Early

 Santa is Early is an Idiom and it means something good happening at an unexpected time. I hope Santa is early for me. 

An Occasion

 An Ocassion is an idiom in Malyalam and quite unlike the word: it means a toublesome or probelematic entangle. Going abroad to Qatar has been a probelamtic entangle for me. 

Asemic Writing

 

Daily Journal

 A lot has been happening in my life. Got a job in Qatar as a teacher to teach 6th 7th and 8th grades. The job became a bug in my life. I used to prepare well and deliver lessons by lecture method. But the authorities weren't happy. I was constantly being reprimanded and cautioned that my teaching was not up to the mark. I feel CBSE curriculum is a vague and outdated one. The topics jump from one event to another. I also had to teach Qatar history. It's quite a bore with the royal family being lauded for no reason. To make matters worse, I had to share an accommodation with three of my room mates. On 29th November 2018, the principal called me and said I am not doing justice to students or the subject. I blurted that I will resign. He conveyed the same to the management. The boss called me and and gave me a sound noise whipping. He said I am not fit to be a teacher and he has been receiving complainnts from parents and students. I felt sad and disheartened. He gave me a ticket back home and one month's salary. 

Daily Journal

 Today was a slow crawl. I was thinking of new metaphors to coin. Yes, slush crawls in my brain. Weed dances out of my skull. Poems break out in my heart. Soul dances a calypso. Shit breaks into a song. Lullaby aches frolic in the meadow. Brook breaks out a melody. Stars cry out like shit. Rainbow cries at dawn. Metaphor is shit in words. Mojo yells out a song. I long to break free out of my chains. Sadness is the bondage of the heart. Shit a poem and piss a verse. Decadence of ther language-----you are worms in thorns and bristles. The language of the heart is a lot of shit. I am standing on nails. Sunny dude has got a heart of winter. Poems X---rayed the sky. The eyes are pooping ghosts. Dawn you dance with verses  of shit.My body is a fucked up star. Sucking her pussy is like writing a poem. Troubles wound around me like Chains. I am a fucked up cistern. The sun in me lights my ass. Daylight is a whore breaking in. Time is a dead clock. Romanticism lives in an old grave. How to live madly like a Bohemian Quixote. A cunt is a fruit of fish. I am writing the language of a whore. Booze is a bum thing. Freedom is a soaring bird. Metaphors are a smokers lungs. Time wring my neck. I look for lust everywhere. My pen is a gaze of a witch. Echo a music from a pen. Adultery I have tasted your fruit. An opera dances before my eyes. 

 

Cock Crows Three Times

 This is an idiom and it has come from the New Testament Bible. Peter the disciple of Jesus betrayed him when the cock crowed three times. It's not good to make the cock crow three times. 

Touch the Robes of Jesus

 We all know the story in the New Testament Bible where a woman who had an issue of blood touched the robes of Jesus and was healed. Touch the robes of Jesus is a frotunate occurence by the divine intervention of Christ. When will the robes of Jesus touch me? Fortunate are the people who have been touched by the robes of Jesus.