A young female of White-fronted Capuchi Monkey (Cebus albifrons). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Please, refer to my post @ https://ifeelshadows.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/my-idyllic-village-experience/ for the backgroung to the story.
Original(O): “Why did I have to grow up to become burdened with a life of minimum wage.”
Explained(E): In the country then, the minimum wage scheme was meant to make workers’ lives easier by stating a minimum salary that must be paid to the worker. Unfortunately, the set level was so low that it became a “punishment” to the workers. A hard life!
O: “To be deceived by cassanovas and vixens.”
E: I needn’t state the horrors suffered from a heartbreak, need I?! I have tried to be gender-fair -cassanovas being the male players/heartbreakers, vixens the females.
O: “To be sold into a life of rents, mortgages and bankruptcy.
To die of broken hearts.”
E: Meant as written
O: “Wouldn’t cancer have been a better deal or ordeal?”
E: I am a medical doctor and absolutely do not mean any slight or indifference by my reference to cancer. I do wonder though which hurts more -the pain of terminal cancer or the grief from a bad break-up? And my heart goes out to that person who has suffered a heartbreak and is in the terminal cancer stage now.
O: “Why can’t I grow young?
To become burdened with gifts and food.
To be sold into a life of toys and overfeeding.”
E: This is in contrast to what I am facing now. Can’t I be heavy with food, and not debts? Can’t I be crowded with toys and not troubles? I am not asking to look young and fresh-skinned again. Just to enjoy the simple joys and pleasures of childhood!
O: “To be deceived by mum and dad.”
E: At least mum and dad only deceived me about questions and answers -issues of sex, how babies came to be,etc. They did truly care for me and didn’t break my love.
O: “To die of paediatric delinquency.”
E: Oh the insane things I did as a kid: crossing busy streets carelessly just to boast to friends, picking left-over cigarettes, jumping from crazy heights just for the thrill, etc.
O: “Wouldn’t a child-soldier‘s death be more honourable?”
E: (permit to confess that I have temporarily lost the will and wits to explain this line, just thinking about the lives and fates of children-soldiers!) Hmm!!!
O: “And now I am even being deceived by some semblance of orderliness to my thoughts.
When my torch is failing.”
E: Anyone who has read “The Mad Village Poet 1” will notice that it is less sensible than this. I wrote both in one night; and by the time I was writing this, my battery-powered torch was already failing; alone in my dark room, in my cottage hospital lodge!
O: “I might as well set my house on fire tonight, so I can see clearly.”
E: And be guilty of arson? I’ll take a rain-check, thanks!
O: “Is the life of a poet graceful? Does not the monkey display mastery of the arts?
What makes humans better?”
E: I have been impressed with the psychology of a monkey at work. And I have got to say, the monkey does have arts too. Is it to be compared with the artistic display of man? Well, art is no man’s and every man’s land.
In another sense, the monkey is quite a comical creature and I have come to like that comic quality; so much I sometimes poetically liken myself to a monkey. Hehehehe!
O: “I like monkey soup though. Little wonder I think and write like one.
At least I should have a fulfilling life in the pot. And brace myself for the fire that will try me.”
E: From liking a monkey, to likening myself to one, to actually becoming the monkey in the pot of soup.
Anyway, we all shall be tried by fire in life.
O: “God help me if the cook should doze off.”
Posted in free verse, insane rantings, life
Tagged Cancer, Cottage hospital, God, Human, Military use of children, Minimum wage, Monkey, narrative, poem
Please refer to my post @ https://ifeelshadows.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/my-idyllic-village-experience/ for a background.
Original(O): “How fast time runs! Can it overtake fate?
Are they even in a competition?”
Explained(E): Having to report to the hospital everyday, devote time to prepare for my specialisation programme in Psychiatry, and sit by the window of opportunity to charge my gadgets in the village left little time for all else. So, time really did run by; but, I was making good use of the time. Besides, one can’t exactly skip the days of preparation. So, landmarks of progress are achieved with time. Both time and life’s achievements work hand in hand.
O: “The rain falls on the sun. The rivers run fast and dry.
The seas overflow and cease.
Who can see the end of it all?”
E: I wrote this after half my time was done, and I was re-living how much had passed. The rainy season clashes in on the dry season. The river I saw one moment, in the rainy season, running fast and over-flowing left no prints in the harmattan. We all just come, to leave the earth. None lives forever on earth. True it will all end one day, but who here now can claim will see the end of the earth?!
O: “I am just a lonely man, tired of keeping the company of a biro and book.
Boring speechless brothers.”
E: I slept alone in the bedroom in a large cottage hospital compound, which is usually deserted in the nights and on weekends. Make no mistake though, because I wasn’t FEELING lonely.
O: “Who can tell a good story? Maybe a good tale of boredom.
Whilst I shamelessly flaunt my hatred for writing poems.
And am I to regard myself as a thinker.”
E: The above are just as stated. And I have always been careful about calling myself a poet. Except of course I speak as a particularist!
O: “Are Homo Sapiens better than Neanderthals? Are spirits better than mortals.
Does the cup of immortality come cheap?”
E: well, homo sapiens have the superior biopsychosocial system. But, along with it comes the issues of ghastly wars, heartbreaks, social discrimination/seggregation, etc. As for immortality, it also comes with boredom(when you do same things, eg. fight wars and endlessly exist, year after year. Or millenia after millenia! I wonder how many men would still pursue life itself with passion when they realize they are all going to live forever. I also wonder how many couples will stick together after aeons of living with the same person. The pursuit of immortality in this plane of existence is wreaked with it’s own freaky ills also. But, what do I know?! Am I even to regard myself as a thinker?
O: “Is boredom so costly?”
E: from another pespective, someone who has had a very stormy life would give anything for a lazy change of life; a very simple life; a sweet relief from the heartaches and torments and pressures and lacks!
O: “Am I just another croaky bull-frog, or a quiet cute toad?”
E: Am I just another self-aggrandizer trying desperately to blow his trumpet and set up a plate for himself -as a writer? Or, am I just quietly acknowledging my deficiencies?
O: “Tiredness comes easy; sleep comes hard.
And because of the delay, I have to waste precious ink,
And shed blue blood on white dress.”
E: Sometimes, I’d be writing at 2am with the torchlight, tired at midnight, but not feeling sleepy at all. And I’d try all sorts rather than jus placidly wait for sleep to meet me idle. I was using blue biro(blue blood) to write my drafts on a white paper(white dress).
O: “Many days of some man’s short life are crowded with boredom.
So, let me broadcast my boredom. Or, is it that obvious?”
E: The first line is as meant. As for the second, I guess it’s clear I was just bored and trying to pass the time till sleep came.
O: “Oh! And not a bored fellow who has enjoyed reading this piece to tell me that.”
E: As meant. Hehehe!