"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." (Great lines from the "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow"Speech
When the dumb-ass idiot reads this he thinks that Shakespeare is talking about him
On Wednesday, 25 December 2024 at 18:48:49 UTC+1 Cornelius Hamelberg wrote:Important correction:
The very first lines I ever read by him (Itumeleng) accidentally opening the book at page 99 as if I was consulting the I Ching , the lines on page 99 :
She opens up her legs
instead of her heart
and says
"Here, this is all the love I have to give"
only to wash herself up afterwards.
Tell me then,
how could she ever understand
whenever you felt misused?
No, you opened your heart,
cut it deep with a knife.
Bleeding you offered yourself to ask,
"Is this enough?",
just as she turned around to spit
"Tough"
She kisses a like she meant it,
and when she thinks
you're not looking,
she turns around to spit
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And that was the end of page 99; the rest, that's below, was me musing on Kabir saying that he laughs when he hears that the fish in the water is complaining of thirst:
Well, over here, love, sex etc
is everywhere, no reason for you
to drown in the Mediterranean
for the sake of honey or wanting
to get some of it. Some hussy.
N.B. I know quite a few poets in this countryOn Wednesday, 25 December 2024 at 18:05:51 UTC+1 Cornelius Hamelberg wrote:
HAFIZ !
I'm wondering ,where is Amatoritsero Ede
and what's happening with his Maple Tree Literary Supplement ?
I'm asking this as I leaf through Rainbow People by Itumeleng / The Journey by Lefifi Tladi
and wondering why Ede doesn't rope in these two, albeit Itumeleng ( "Tumi" ) posthumously.
The very first lines I ever read by him (Itumeleng) accidentally opening the book at page 99 as if I was consulting the I Ching , the lines on page 99 :
She opens up her legs
Instead of her heart
and says
"Here, this is all the love I have to give"
Only to wash herself up afterwards.
Tell me then,
How could she ever understand
Whenever you felt misused?
No, you opened your heart,
cut it deep with a knife.
Bleeding you offered yourself to ask,
Is this enough?",
just as she turned around to spit
"Tough"
She kisses a like she meant it,
and when she thinks
you're not looking,
She turns around and spits
Well, over here, love, sex etc
is everywhere, no reason for you
to drown in the Mediterranean
for the sake of honey or wanting
to get some of it. Some hussy.
Kabir says, "I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty"
Well that's Kabir's opinion and I have never known anyone,
not even Robert Bly to argue with him about such a things as
"water is wet"
Over here too, the idiot feels insulted when he's told that he's an idiot
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
"I'm a poet, I know it, hope I don't blow it"
And now he's buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes"
Just like grandpa, the driver of the vehicle had completely lost all control.
This is what happens when under the midday sun you mix the palm wine, the akpeteshie ( ogogoro) with some rum, jump into your jalopy and tell your wife or wives that you're going for a drive, or you're going for a run.
Half a mile down the road he crashed into one of the stalls at Makola Market in Accra.
In no time at all the hungry police were at the scene of the accident.
If you really want to call things by their proper names, it's known as kalabule.
In advance, hoping for some bribe money, they said the accident was a crime,
a crime against humanity.
The driver of the vehicle pleaded his innocence and told the police, pointing at a nearby leper who had witnessed the accident, " Just ask Mr. Leper over there, what happened."
Mr. Leper told the police:
"It was insane!", he said, and pointing at the driver, he continued "He must have been driving at 100 m-p-h , no brakes , no horn, it looked like he didn't know where he was going, crashed into Mama Abie's stall and as you can see, completely mucked up everything!"
The driver stared at the leper and said, " Tell the truth: Is that what happened?"
The leper returned the driver's stare and asked," Is Mr. Leper my name?"
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