Here's a humpback ride to the land of the blind. It's quite a big song, so I'm showing you just a tiny little part. It's from my latest proposed collection, that relates to the difficulties of a normal man stranded on an island that has nothing but blind people. Sounds fun? Tragic? Well don't get too judgmental then :P
Latest additions to my list of self-written. In short: Poems I wrote. Songs actually. Except that as I told already I don't know music. So to the list of PRETTY GIRL, *MARTYR*, GOODBYE KISS, here go: SORRY, LADY LUCK... and THE WOMAN IN RED... Hope you love the twin addition :)
This is how that which was formerly THE SAGA OF THE SOLEMN, but now rechristened as CUSTARD CUISINE starts. For the sake of continuity, try looking at my old post named THE DEVIL'S WORDS. This is where the Satanic Sprite speaks :)
CUSTARD CUISINE
(Sequence starts with complete darkness with flashes of what appears to be a totally insane location, that looks like a pub, but is too elaborate, too crowded and too unruly to be called one. There are 64 tables, and the floor was checked black and white, with the tables being in inverted colours. On the ceiling was a huge sculpted portrait of possibly the most devilish thing ever engraved: The Satanic Sprite. And it speaks, without motion of lips, of course! And as it speaks, its voice dull in the backgroud, there seems to be an inner battle for consciousness in the body of one whose eyes are our current camera: Brother Joel. And his looks are almost totally dark, except for the time when he looks straight ahead, staring at what is definitely not alive, and neither was it dead. The reason was simple: It never existed, not even spectrally…)
(Rozario… Rozario, the rogue…)
(And Joel addresses him as he speaks)
(”Cause losers”… going in the background)
JOEL:(Voice as low as a whisper, though its pitch suggests a yell behind it)
Cupcake?
(There’s strained silence)
JOEL:(Exasperatedly)
You want my cupcake?
(There’s silence again)
JOEL:(Trying to be more explanative but still his vision is as bad as it was a couple of moments before)
You can’t ask for my cupcake! Well, you’ve got your own, and yeah, I know you can’t have and eat yours at the same time, but it’s pretty darn indecent to ask for mine-
(Interrupted, but it was Joel who speaks again amidst distant giggles and “Ooh”s)
JOEL:(Trying to rid his head of unconsciousness, his visibility improves, but all that he still sees is darkness with light trying to take a peek through the corners)
No?
You mean it’s not my cupcake?
(Background giggles subside to silence)
Cuspid…?
No…
No…
Custard…?
(Giggling raises till it surpasses previous levels and catcalls mount)
Judge for yourself: I needn't explain much on this one. This is a love story: A love story in reverse. A sad love story in not just reverse but a two-way love story to be precise. It makes sense both ways, and quite well that too. Interpretations would reveal what plot unfolds in either direction, but I show to you only a part of my poem, because it's not everyday you see such a poem shape up. I could have done a different plot, but it would become too complex and for the time being, this is my version of ROZARIO... A later version would probably cover something grotesque and fit for contemporary consideration :P
I haven't even read Ngugi's work to comment which is more poignant. And yes, Weep not, child is a novel written by the man, and I didn't strip him off his tale I'm damn sure. My best poem ever: A solid 360 lines. It stirs me every time I read, and yeah I hope you enjoy its...
I'm giving you only its start. The end is quite intricate :)
This is what I call my ultimate epic. Possibly my longest story-poem ever and I doubt even DEATH AND THE MAIDEN (Again, one of mine!) will cross half its length, but let's not make any predictions!!! What I flash here is not even a part of a poem: It's an introduction and I am extremely happy to say that this time, I have crossed 400 lines of my poem THE APOCALYPSE which is soon to be followed by THE REDEMPTION that are part of a story called THE AVENGER: RISE AND NO FALL... I expect it to hit 1000 lines. Not gonna be a record, but it sure is a personal feat all the same! And I promise this is nothing like I have ever written. In fact, it's my first venture into being abstract, and as surreal as the classics...
