Friday, November 10, 2017

Friends Incarnate Alive

Friends Incarnate published by All Things That Matter Press—link to right, is producer’s dream come true./ Any producer interested in adapting this book to a movie please contact Phil Harris at his website: AllThingsThatMatterPress.com/ A little peek into the Story/ Gable the protagonist in this book, though no Don Juan, is lover incarnate in age of baby-boomers. /He is master of his own fate, reflecting mirror of his mind as some projection on TV screen, more like a restless spirit haunted by the demons of his own psyche. /His girlfriend Ethel gets married to his best friend Fabian, and thus begins the journey of his sinful passion and glorious madness. /Remaining true to his love lost and love unforgettable, he wades through the waters of a loveless marriage, then divorce and finally into the furnace of adultery with his own brother’s wife. /He himself tumbling down the rungs of depravity, clings to Ethel in his thoughts as one devotee to his patron saint. /His sister commits suicide, his brother dies and so does his friend Fabian, leaving open the gates of paradise for Gable and Ethel as Friends Incarnate./ Gable’s own villanelle below sums up this novel in all its entirety./ Let me sleep in peace, wake me up on Judgment Day/ My wearied and restless soul cries in plea/ All thoughts are dunes of sand, and mind a pot of clay/ Sorrows weep no more, aged grief has turned all gray/ Negation in nothingness dares to flee/ All thoughts are dunes of sand, and mind a pot of clay/ Spirit of agony has lost its power to slay/ The embittered heart in torments of glee/ All thoughts are dunes of sand, and mind a pot of clay/ Surcease has trodden all paths to pave the way/ Into the chambers of hope where blindness can see/ All thoughts are dunes of sand, and mind a pot of clay/ Lost youth at the altars of ruins need not pray/ The nemesis silent, sealed by God’s holy decree/ All thoughts are dunes of sand, and mind a pot of clay/ Roots of death in illusions have learnt to array/ The naked dreams in raiments of lies on life’s tree/ Let me sleep in peace, wake me up on Judgment Day/ All thoughts are dunes of sand, and mind a pot of clay/ Dialogue Excerpt/ “You are going to kill yourself, Gable, by shutting yourself off in your room all the time./ And pacing, if not writing.” Phoebe flung herself upon the crumpled bed, pouting her lips voluptuously./ “Are you really worried about your friend, Fabian, I mean, or thinking more about your friend Ethel, your beloved, your true love?” Her eyes were sparkling with a subtle challenge./ “You would never understand the meaning of true love, my evil temptress.” Gable’s look was feverish and incisive./ “Tempt me no more to sin, go away.”/ “You are a fool, Gable. An absolute fool to reject my love.” Phoebe scoffed./ “Your love for Ethel is a delusion, don’t you know that?/ Why can’t you forget her?”/ “Sin and lust are not love, Phoebe, you have succeeded in burying me alive inside the volcano of my own guilt and grief.” Gable murmured deliriously, resuming his pacing./ “What do you know about love?”/ “More than you do, my sinful lover.” Phoebe laughed seductively./ “At least, I absolve your sin with the gifts of joy and sweetness, which is me, each fiber in my flesh—since you tell me I have no soul, singing that love is not ever sinful.”/ “How I loathe you—and myself—” Gable pounced upon her with the fury of a man possessed, sealing her lips with kisses wild and terrible./ “Now leave, before I kill you.” He panted with rage and disgust./ “I have to go and see my sick friend.”/ ‘Love is the merchandise which all the world demands./If you store it in your heart, every soul will become your customer.’/ Hazrat Inayat Khan