Sunday, 31 May 2009
Today I sang,
Until my muscles ached
And my limbs trembled.
Until my body swayed
And my vision doubled.
Until my chords protested
And my voice gave out.
And still, I sang,
Silent, but not voiceless,
The muted songs somehow as potent
As their fuller-bodied counterparts.
Songs of joy,
Riffs, electric, danced from my tongue
Til I twisted and shouted them out;
Songs of rage that
Shook my whole being,
Deep soulquakes of emotion;
Songs of passion and of sadness and of tender love,
Longing, lust and loneliness,
Lyrics of alliteration and allure.
And, amongst these extremes
Sweet songs of happiness expressed,
The simplicity of rare, pure, blissed-out peace.
And my singing grew, huge, massive, all-encompassing, it seemed,
This living thing
That lifted, and consumed, and overwhelmed me with emotion,
Amazed even me
In its incredible intensity,
And left me dazed, but powerful,
Poised for the next round.
Today, I sang;
I sang, and I sang.
Today, I sang,
And the singing was good.
Saturday, 30 May 2009
Hikmah - I’m a man
Me - You’re a man?
H - Yes I am
Me - So, what’s your name?
H - A Man (she didn’t exactly state the capitals, but I could tell she meant them)
Me - Mr Man?
H - No - Black Man (She has a Bat-man figurine - After months of her referring to him as ‘my man’, and me being childishly amused by that reminding me of Dara O’Briain and various other Irish people, I tried to teach her that his name was ‘Bat Man’ - ‘Black Man?’ she asked? ‘No, Bat Man’. Since that day, he’s been Black Man. I guess it’s logical, given his outfit, and she knows it makes me laugh every time).
Me - So, does that mean you can fly?
H - Yes I can. Hold my legs. I can fly like a duck.
This is a true story. Stay tuned for further adventures of the coolest kid on the block.