Posts Tagged ‘The Eight’

Manuscript Found in Accra

May 19, 2012

Weird, I am shutting down all my windows and I find this hidden beneath all the others.

Where had it come from, I have no idea.

What was even weirder, the last window I closed was of The Eight which I am half way through reading. It is set at the time of the French Revolution and 1973. It concerns the Montglane Chess Set, played by Charlemagne.

O Manuscrito (The Manuscript) latest from Paulo Coelho, not yet published, in which a writer transcribes a manuscript found in 1307 and 1974 in Egypt by a British archaeologist

Manuscript Found in Accra is due to be published in Italy and the Netherlands (August 2012).

Legend of the Appointment in Samarrah

May 15, 2012

A servant overheard in the marketplace that Death was looking for him. He decided to take no chances. He fled home, told his Master he had to depart, then left for his home town of Samarrah, hoping that Death would not follow him.

After supper, there was a knock at the door. The Master of the house opened the door to find Death standing there in his long black robes. Death inquired of the servant.

The Master lied and said his servant was ill in bed, too sick to be disturbed.

That is strange responded Death, for surely his is in the wrong place, for I have an appointment with him at midnight tonight in Samarrah.

Told in The Eight.

This is a very old story. Paulo Coelho tells a similar story Appointment in Bokhara.

The Game of Chess

April 8, 2011
the game of chess

the game of chess

In their grave corner, the players
Deploy the plodding pieces. The board
Detains them until dawn within its
Structured bounds where two colors clash.

From within, the forms radiate their magic rules.
Homeric castle, nimble knight,
Armored queen, backward king,
A bishop on the bias, and aggressive pawns.

When the players have departed,
When time has consumed them,
Certainly the ritual will not have ceased.

In the Orient this was burst into flame
Whose amphitheatre is now all the Earth.
Like another ganme, this game is infinite.

Weak king, slanted bishop, carnivorous
Queen, straightforward rook and cunning pawn.
Over the black and white they seek their path
And unleash their armed battle.

They do not know that the distingished hand
Of the player governs their destiny,
They do not know that an unyielding force
Controls their autonomy and their days.

The player too is a prisoner
(The phrase is Omar’s) of another board
Of black nights and of white days.

God moves the player, and he, the piece.
What god from behind God begins to weave the plot
Of dust and time and dreams and agonies?

— Jorge Luis Borges

Chess from Dreamtigers by Jorge Luis Borges. Translation by Katherine Neville and published in The Eight, a tale of the Montglane Service, a chess set that once belonged to Charlemagne.

Top story in The starleigh_grass Daily (Friday 8 April 2011).

Top story in The One Stop Poetry Daily (Friday 8 April 2011).

The chess game