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Poster:aroa_nehring
Date:2010-11-29 00:35
Subject:Fairytales 02
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+Icons: Hansel & Gretel 62



 
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Poster:shena520
Date:2007-10-16 18:42
Subject:A great web site - many cultures speak of faery folk
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 The Cherokee believed that the Falls of Tallulah, in northeastern Georgia, were inhabited by a race of tiny people who lived in the rocks and grottos under the waterfalls. Known as the Nûñnĕ’hĭ, or the “immortals”, they were thought to be no larger than children but were well formed with hair reaching to their feet. The tiny people exhibited a dual nature, being both helpful to humans as well as hostile—should anyone see the Immortals at their work they would die. Because of this hostility, the Cherokee hunters and fishers avoided the falls. Mooney reported that just a few years prior the turn of the 20th century “two hunters from Raventown, going behind the high fall near the head of the Oconaluftee on the East Cherokee reservation, found there a cave with fresh footprints of the Little People all over the floor”  This inherent hostility of the Faery toward humans is not restricted to those in the Americas. Spence noted in his book, Legends and Romances of Brittany, “as a rule they are by no means friendly or even humane”.  The fay of Brittany, according to Spence, are “cold and hostile, they hold aloof from human converse, and, should they encounter man, vent their displeasure at the interruption in the most vindictive manner.” 
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewArticle.asp?id=10129

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Poster:pat_a_bear
Date:2007-07-26 21:40
Subject:Fairy Tale Matchbox
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I joined an altered fairy tale matchbox swap a few weeks ago. It was really fun decorating a matchbox and filling it up with a fairy tale themed. I made a Little Mermaid (Hans Christian Anderson's version) matchbox.

There's a Fairy Tale Matchbox Part 2. All you have to do is:

  1. Decorate and fill a small (32 count) Matchbox based on YOUR favorite fairy tale.

  2. Write a small note telling your partner what your favorite fairy tale is, and what you really like about that specific story.

The last day to sign up is July 30th.

Since I had a lot of fun doing the first one, I thought there might me others in this community that would be interested in joining the current one.

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Poster:elva_undine
Date:2007-03-12 00:20
Subject:Folk and Fairy Blog
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(Mods: Sorry if this isn't okay, I wasn't sure; I understand if it is deleted)

I just started a new fairytale blog; it's kind of about visual aesthetics, and perhaps later on poetry or stories. It's mostly about artistic reactions to fairytales and folklore, or art that seems to be inspired by our favorite stories. There are plenty of places for scholarly and literary discussion; I thought I'd give the more artistic side a try. It's http//folk-and-fairy.blogspot.com and I'd love for anyone who loves this kind of thing to stop by.

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Poster:yamihikaru
Date:2006-12-31 01:13
Subject:Help!
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I need help identifying this fairytale that I vaguely remember either hearing or watching when I was younger. I can't remember anything in detail, which is probably why I've had so much trouble finding information on it, but here's what I remember:

It centers around a boy (I recall him poverished), and he has an animal companion (a donkey, maybe) who has magical abilities. In order to save his life, he engages in completing several tasks for a not-so-kind and greedy king. One of the tasks includes bringing him back a grand stallion, and in another, he brings him back this beautiful maiden of the sea (there might have been a whale somewhere in that scene, but I can't remember too well). Towards the end of the fairytale, the king has a special procedure set up for him - he wishes to be rejuvenated back to a youthful appearence and in order to do so he must jump into a large pot of boiling milk, followed by a large pot of boiling water, and finally a pot of cold or cool water. The king has the boy jump into the boiling pot first, however, to see if it works (the king might have also been prompted to do so because of anger or jealousy regarding the boy's relationship with the sea maiden). The boy's animal companion does something to the pots that will ensure the boy's safety (I recall the animal touching the milk/water of each pot before the boy jumped in), and when the procedure is completed, the boy comes out as a young adult. Seeing this, the old king tries the procedure for himself and jumps into the first pot, but instead, he boils to death. The boy if left as the new king and ends up with the sea maiden.

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Poster:skylarker
Date:2005-11-29 14:48
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Hi! I am new to this community but have a long-standing love of folk lore and fairy tales. I'm an illustrator and have been working on a retelling of the story of Rapunzel, with a mind to illustrating it. (I have one finished piece here. I'd appreciate any feedback on my version of the story:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/skylarker/215118.html

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Poster:herbpixie
Date:2005-01-16 15:56
Subject:X-posted to fairytale_lore and my journal
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Mood:enthralled

To me, the most intriguing fairy tale is that of Little Red Riding Hood. I was reading this article: http://www.endicott-studio.com/rdrm/rrPathNeedles.html a few days ago, and it got me thinking. You don't have to read the article to understand my post, but it's a good article, and I do recommend it (and the site) for anyone who is interested in fairytales and their symbols.

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Poster:go_ask_alice_
Date:2004-09-20 22:46
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Hey everyone! I'm joining a bunch of communities to see which ones I like the most. I'm also in an RPG that needs new players.

So say hi! And Hi everyone! I can't wait to get to know all of you!

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Poster:zero_gravity
Date:2004-07-27 14:19
Subject:Hi everyone...
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I just joined this community, and thought i would say hello. I have always liked fairy tales, but recently have been working on a short story based on Hanzel and Gretel. It is a cyberpunk (SF) story set in the future, told by the Gretel character.

I have been considering doing a series of "Cyberpunk Fairy Tales" - basically taking the framework of many of the originals and retelling them using a Science Fiction framework. I think in order to be really successful it might be best to have a more comprehensive understanding of the "original" themes in fairy tales.

I have noticed a few other communities that discuss Fairy Tales, but this community appears less interested in the "pretty" versions of tales.

I would love to discuss with anyone any of their thoughts on the "lessons" that the tales are supposed to represent. My next story might be Rumplestiltskin. Anyone have any background on the story?

Unfortunately I don't get a chance to read many books these days, except online. Does anyone here have any online resources that might discuss some of the concepts and ideas behind these stories?

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Poster:orrinjcl
Date:2004-05-04 23:21
Subject:Neverland
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Mood: contemplative

Wow. Talk about a weird movie. I just watched Neverland, a parody/remake of Peter Pan. It had a lot of subtle (and not so subtle) takes on a lot of different issues. A transgendered Tigerlily, a S&M obsessed Captain Hook, a Fairy(queer) Tinkerbell, and of course, the Pansexual Pan himself. All in all, it was an interesting flick. My favorite part was Wendy's final monologue on boys who refuse to grow up, and how "that's the kind of guy that teenage girls like."

Huh.

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Poster:orrinjcl
Date:2004-05-03 14:33
Subject:Reply with your thoughts...
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Mood: thoughtful

CINDERELLA

The wife of a rich man fell sick: and when she felt that her end drew nigh, she called her only daughter to her bedside, and said, "Always be a good girl, and I will look down from heaven and watch over you." Soon afterwards she shut her eyes and died, and was buried in the garden; and the little girl went every day to her grave and wept, and was always good and kind to all about her. And the snow spread a beautiful white covering over the grave; but by the time the sun had melted it away again, her father had married another wife. This new wife had two daughters of her own: they were fair in face but foul at heart, and it was now a sorry time for the poor little girl. "What does the good-for-nothing thing want in the parlor?" said they; and they took away her fine clothes, and gave her an old frock to put on, and laughed at her and turned her into the kitchen.

Then she was forced to do hard work; to rise early, before daylight, to bring the water, to make the fire, to cook and to wash. She had no bed to lie down on, but was made to lie by the hearth among the ashes, and they called her Cinderella.

It happened once that her father was going to the fair, and asked his wife's daughters what he should bring to them. "Fine clothes," said the first. "Pearls and diamonds," said the second. "Now, child," said he to his own daughter, "what will you have?" "The first sprig, dear father, that rubs against your hat on your way home," said she. Then he bought for the two first the fine clothes and pearls and diamonds they had asked for: and on his way home, as he rode through a green copse, a sprig of hazel brushed against him, so he broke it off and when he got home he gave it to his daughter. Then she took it, and went to her mother's grave and planted it there, and cried so much that it was watered with her tears; and there it grew and became a fine tree, and soon a little bird came and built its nest upon the tree, and talked with her and watched over her, and brought her whatever she wished for.

Now it happened that the king of the land held a feast which was to last three days, and out of those who came to it his son was to choose a bride for himself; and Cinderella's two sisters were asked to come. So they called Cinderella, and said, "Now, comb our hair, brush our shoes, and tie our sashes for us, for we are going to dance at the king's feast." Then she did as she was told, but when all was done she could not help crying, for she thought to herself, she would have liked to go to the dance too, and at last she begged her mother very hard to let her go, "You! Cinderella?" said she; "you who have nothing to wear, no clothes at all, and who cannot even dance—you want to go to the ball?" And when she kept on begging, to get rid of her, she said at last, "I will throw this basinful of peas into the ash heap, and if you have picked them all out in two hours' time you shall go to the feast too." Then she threw the peas into the ashes; but the little maiden ran out at the back door into the garden, and cried out—

"Hither, thither, through the sky, turtle-doves and linnets, fly!

Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay, hither, thither, haste away!

One and all, come, help me quick! haste ye, haste ye—pick, pick, pick!"

Then first came two white doves; and next two turtle-doves; and after them all the little birds under heaven came, and the little doves stooped their heads down and set to work, pick, pick, pick; and then the others began to pick, pick, pick, and picked out all the good grain and put it into a dish, and left the ashes. At the end of one hour the work was done, and all flew out again at the windows. Then she brought the dish to her mother. But the mother said, "No, no! indeed, you have no clothes and cannot dance; you shall not go." And when Cinderella begged very hard to go, she said, "If you can in one hour's time pick two of these dishes of pease out of the ashes, you shall go too." So she shook two dishes of peas into the ashes; but the little maiden went out into the garden at the back of the house, and called as before and all the birds came flying, and in half an hour's time all was done, and out they flew again. And then Cinderella took the dishes to her mother, rejoicing to think that she should now go to the ball. But her mother said, "It is all of no use, you cannot go; you have no clothes, and cannot dance; and you would only put us to shame;" and off she went with her two daughters to the feast.

Now when all were gone, and nobody left at home, Cinderella went sorrowfully and sat down under the hazel-tree, and cried out—

"Shake, shake, hazel-tree, gold and silver over me!"

Then her friend the bird flew out of the tree and brought a gold and silver dress for her, and slippers of spangled silk; and she put them on, and followed her sisters to the feast. But they did not know her, she looked so fine and beautiful in her rich clothes.

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The king's son soon came up to her, and took her by the hand and danced with her and no one else; and he never left her hand, but when any one else came to ask her to dance, he said, "This lady is dancing with me." Thus they danced till a late hour of the night, and then she wanted to go home; and the king's son said, "I shall go and take care of you to your home," for he wanted to see where the beautiful maid lived. But she slipped away from him unawares, and ran off towards home, and the prince followed her; then she jumped up into the pigeon-house and shut the door. So he waited till her father came home, and told him that the unknown maiden who had been at the feast had hidden herself in the pigeon-house. But when they had broken open the door they found no one within; and as they came back into the house, Cinderella lay, as she always did, in her dirty frock by the ashes; for she had run as quickly as she could through the pigeon-house and on to the hazel-tree, and had there taken off her beautiful clothes, and laid them beneath the tree, that the bird might carry them away; and had seated herself amid the ashes again in her little old frock.

The next day, when the feast was again held, and her father, mother and sisters were gone, Cinderella went to the hazel-tree, and all happened as the evening before.

The king's son, who was waiting for her, took her by the hand and danced with her; and, when any one asked her to dance, he said as before, "This lady is dancing with me." When night came she wanted to go home; and the king's son went with her, but she sprang away from him all at once into the garden behind her father's house. In this garden stood a fine large pear-tree; and Cinderella jumped up into it without being seen. Then the king's son waited till her father came home, and said to him, "The unknown lady has slipped away, and I think she must have sprung into the pear-tree." The father ordered an axe to be brought, and they cut down the tree, but found no one upon it. And when they came back into the kitchen, there lay Cinderella in the ashes as usual; for she had slipped down on the other side of the tree, and carried her beautiful clothes back to the bird at the hazel-tree, and then put on her little old frock.

The third day, when her father and mother and sisters were gone, she went again into the garden, and said—

"Shake, shake, hazel-tree, gold and silver over me!"

Then her kind friend the bird brought a dress still finer than the former one, and slippers which were all of gold; and the king's son danced with her alone, and when any one else asked her to dance, he said, "This lady is my partner." Now when night came she wanted to go home; and the king's son would go with her, but she managed to slip away from him, though in such a hurry that she dropped her left golden slipper upon the stairs.

So the prince took the shoe, and went the next day to the king, his father, and said, "I will take for my wife the lady that this golden shoe fits."

Then both the sisters were overjoyed to hear this; for they had beautiful feet, and had no doubt that they could wear the golden slipper. The eldest went first into the room where the slipper was, and wanted to try it on, and the mother stood by. But her big toe could not go into it, and the shoe was altogether much too small for her. Then the mother said, "Never mind, cut it off. When you are queen you will not care about toes; you will not want to go on foot." So the silly girl cut her big toe off, and squeezed the shoe on, and went to the king's son. Then he took her for his bride, and rode away with her.

But on their way home they had to pass by the hazel-tree that Cinderella had planted, and there sat a little dove on the branch, singing—

"Back again! back again! look to the shoe!

The shoe is too small, and not made for you!

Prince! prince! look again for thy bride,

For she's not the true one that sits by thy side."

Then the prince looked at her foot, and saw by the blood that streamed from it what a trick she had played him. So he brought the false bride back to her home, and said, "This is not the right bride; let the other sister try and put on the slipper." Then she went into the room and got her foot into the shoe, all but the heel, which was too large. But her mother squeezed it in till the blood came, and took her to the king's son; and he rode away with her. But when they came to the hazel-tree, the little dove sat there still, and sang as before. Then the king's son looked down, and saw that the blood streamed from the shoe. So he brought her back again also. "This is not the true bride," said he to the father; "have you no other daughters?"

Then Cinderella came and she took her clumsy shoe off, and put on the golden slipper, and it fitted as if it had been made for her. And when he drew near and looked at her face the prince knew her, and said, "This is the right bride."

Then he took Cinderella on his horse and rode away. And when they came to the hazel-tree the white dove sang—

"Prince! prince! take home thy bride,

For she is the true one that sits by thy side!"

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Poster:herbpixie
Date:2004-04-16 10:25
Subject:Red Cap, continued
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Mood: thoughtful

I was going to post this as a reply to a comment in orrinjcl's last post, but I think it might get rather long.

Yes, Red Cap is the Little Red Riding Hood story. Red Cap is simply a different title and appears in some of the older versions. I wasn't attempting to confuse anyone with that.

What I like about this story is this: there are a couple of different ways to interpret it. The most common tends to be a warning of sexual predators--the wolf character preying on a young innocent girl who strays from the path. The wolf is representative of men who will take advantage of young girls who don't listen to their parents. Red Cap, in many versions, is told by her parents to go directly to her sick grandmother and to stick to the forest path. Instead, she is distracted by brightly colored flowers and steps away from the path her parents put her on. This is when the wolf finds her and tricks her into giving him information. He then appears at the grandmother's house, eats her, and hides in the bed wearing the grandmother's clothes and waiting for the young, naive girl to appear. Depending on the version, she either is consumed (raped), or is saved by a huntsman--who represents a civilized man.

Another interpretation is that the wolf represents independent, wild women. For example, the grandmother lives all by herself out in the woods--this is typical of a crone, witch, wild woman, etc. She is far away from civilization. The wolf approaches Red Cap, representing danger. He finds the sick grandmother (sick meaning teetering on the edge of civilization) and eats her. When Red Cap comes, she is unable to tell the difference between her grandmother and the wild wolf because the grandmother has not changed identity, she has simply accepted that wild part of her. Now, depending on whether or not the teller believed that this was a good or a bad thing, Red Cap would either get eaten, therefore becoming wild herself, or the huntsman would come and save her from turning wild herself. (Incidentally, I believe the huntsman character was introduced by Perrault, but I'm not certain about that.)

So that's my contribution to the discussion. Anyone have a different interpretation?

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Poster:orrinjcl
Date:2004-04-15 20:16
Subject:Little Red-Cap
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Mood:working

Just so that everyone knows the story of Little Red-Cap, here it is so we can discuss itCollapse )

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Poster:herbpixie
Date:2004-04-14 22:38
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Mood: sleepy

So, first of all, I'd like to thank the academy--er, orrinjcl, rather--for starting this community on account of my whining. And who says whining gets you nowhere?

Second, I want to know what your favorite tale is? I'm partial to Red Cap, myself, which is, imo, a tale warning of sexual predators. (I've even written my own version of this story).

Yawn--more discussion later. Sleep now. :)

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Poster:orrinjcl
Date:2004-04-14 23:20
Subject:Holy Shit!
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Mood: tired

A lot of folks have joined/begun watching this list in very short order!

So here's a question for you...what's the difference between a fairy tale and a myth?

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Poster:orrinjcl
Date:2004-04-14 14:42
Subject:Icons
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Mood: chipper

Ok, as an official community, we need some icons. I know some of you have skill in this direction. How about something with a little sex or death in it? An image of a bad fairy?
The ain't your momma's fairy tales.
Try and sleep *now*.
You can learn from fairy tales.
There's a reason her step sisters had their toes cut off.
Snow White + Sleeping Beauty = Necrophilia

Any other catchy/images phrases in mind?

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Poster:orrinjcl
Date:2004-04-14 09:13
Subject:Welcome to fairytale_lore!
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Mood: contemplative

As herbpixie was saying before she was so rudely interrupted, there is a book out there called From the Beast to the Blonde : On Fairy Tales and Their Tellers.

I would also suggest Feminine in Fairy Tales. This is by Marie-Louise Von Franz, who was a student of Jung.

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