A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOREVER.............JOHN KEATS
TO A LADY OF THE UNKNOWN - WITH LOVE
She is an epitome of all things beautiful – resplendent
Spellbinding and charming – her presence alone engenders fulfillment
Her perfect symmetry is what the universe revolves
Her voice is the sonorous music that consoles our desponding hearts
Her embrace is the dome of labyrinth
Where one wonders of its complex structure which allows
No traveler to return
She is worshipable – and her life and generous antics a mystery
She is the lady of the unknown
Her life is a riddle encompassing everything
She is the strangest person on earth
To the heart, she is no more a stranger
The lady of the unknown
THE SONG OF THE MERMAID
Love is beauty and beauty is truth - it’s immeasurable qualities and boundless aura is ever widening
And it is always a beautiful story that was told in the past and will be told and experienced time and again in distant space….electronically and any other medium,the heart is ready to absorb it’s penetrating magic and music..
Tell me what struck the heart of king caphetua in the old nursery rhyme to fall in love with the beggar maid.
Love is master and slave not recognizing remote gulf between them, but bound to each other by a power potent, a music sonorous and magic unending.. blossoming in splendid beauty
I am the epitome of love..a flower blossoming in the field of love with fragrance enchanting inviting the droning thirst of master bees to taste real honey
I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED HOW TRIVIAL AND ENIGMATIC IT SEEMS TO CONCEIVE THE SUBTLE IDEA OF ESTABLISHING A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HOPE THAT IT WILL CULMINATE IN AN INEXTRICABLE BOND. THE OBVIOUS RESULT - LIVING WITH A PIECE OF FLESH AROUND YOU AS A LOVER AND A PARTNER. I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE FRIVOLITY OF SEARCHING FOR SOUL MATES IN DISTANT SPACE AND TIME, HOLDING CORRESPONDENCE WITH PERSONS WITH UNSUBSTANTIAL AND HARD TO VERIFY PROFILES ONLINE. WITH THIS PLAGUING MY MIND,I HAVE NO INTELLECTUAL PREJUDICES, THOUGH. BUT IT HAS DAWNED ON ME THAT, THE MOST PERFECT RELATIONSHIP, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY EVER TOLD, THE MOST ENIGMATIC COINCIDENCE OF LOVE CAN HAPPEN NOW AS IT DID, OR YET TO BE ACHIEVED? ELECTRONICALLY.
AS A RENOWNED PERSONALITY IN MY COMMUNITY WITH CONTROVERSIAL IDEOLOGIES, I HAVE GRADUALLY COME TO SHED VAIN IDIOSYNCRASIES I ENTERTAINED EARLIER, TO UNDERSTAND THAT, LOVE HAS NO BOUNDARIES AND ITS POTENCY BOUNDLESS, IMMEASURABLE, UNLIMITED AND EVER WIDENING.
ANY ONE INTERESTED IN A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP CAN CONTACT ME WITH HIS REASONS FOR LOVE AND WHY HE CHOSE TO LOVE AND IN A SYSTEM WHICH CAN EASILY BACKFIRE AND MAY EVENTUALLY PROVE TO BE UNHELPFUL. I AM MORE THAN SERIOUS AND WILL NOT TOLERATE THE TOMFOOLERIES OF PHONY CHARACTERS. I AM SERIOUS TO ENGAGE A SERIOUS WOMAN. ANY ONE WHO IS COMMITTED TO THIS COURSE, ONE WHO IS READY FOR LOVE IS ALWAYS WELCOME TO MY WORLD.
WELCOME, BP FANS! TO MY SMALL COTTAGE WHERE A SAGE RESIDES.....
ELLIOT'S COTTAGE
WOMEN, WHO MADE THEM? GOD MUST BE A GENIUS! LONG HAIR AND VOICES OF THE NIGHT EXUDED BY RED LIPS SYNONYMOUS TO MUSIC...WHAT IS THE SECRET BETWEEN THEIR THIGHS? PASSPORT TO HEAVEN! SCENT OF A WOMAN
THE DEFINITION OF LOVE
She treads in intellectual beauty on the towers of learning
Self-conscious, prim- well rehearsed attributes of love
Pouring from her structured imagination
She said many things about love
And created the impression that she knows the secret
Of love and can, even show hearts burdened how to love
And be loved
From primal beginnings poems and paeans have been written
And etched on the heart trying to delve into the meaning of love
Music – across the deep recess of the soul
Eternal echoes of the charms, the beauty, the mystery
That love itself cannot explain
In bygone ages lechers and debauchees and philanderers and profligates augmenting
The labyrinth of confusion
Debased desires and carnal pleasure the god
On the brink of the definition of love
The conflagration of words to capture love
And sensuality always wins
Who can know the full meaning of love?
If he cannot love too well
Phallic worship in the anteroom of eternity
The regenerative vitality
The bulging obscene body of Venus of willendolf
Filial naïveté and inexperience
Scatted on the dark pages of humanities depraved sensuality
In the name of Romeo and Juliet
In mythology – the products of vain imagination
We are bombarded with incomplete symbols
And detrimental ideas and images
Goddesses residing in the temples posing nude
To lust of a hungry world
Hurlers of thunderbolts will descent to appease
Their carnal anger on mortal women
All by the silly arrows of cupid
Embossed in the weak and unthinking blockheads
Of time
Tell me what you know about love
And it is always a woman
Let us use love to define love
The traditionalists come and go
With elaborate catalogue of words praising the virtues of love
Veiling the true meaning of love with their shallow love words
I held her slender stalk-corn waist
I looked deep into her charming eyes
Love - I said
Love does not dabble in the vagaries
Of intellectual speculations
It transcends the structures we have erected anywhere
Trying to explain love - love is a mystery
Love is inexplicable in the intellectual sense of the word
And a kiss from your enchanting lips love
Tells me more about love than
All the voluminous books about love anywhere
MY name is Elliot, a practicing poet and a writer with a scorpion tongue and the philosopher's quills. Also, a journalist, essayist and conversationist - meaning I have the passion and like to converse a lot on issues of magnificent proportions, Awesome! actually I got infected with this favorite word of the Americans years ago. Pardon me if you come across it often in my statements!
I share all good sentiments and have avid interest in everything in this world unless it invokes the absurd or the inconsequential. I like to muse and philosophize, Listen to music and share my convoluted poetry to the world. Actually I am here for love and age is not a problem to me, the definition of love is actually not age. I will share my poems with all BP lovers of fine Poetry as i constantly update my page. Here is a sample poem for all poetry lovers to get a feel of my enigmatic style!
EXPERIMENT IN THE LABORATORY OF LOVE
The scalpel is more incisive
Dissecting in punitive ease a shriveled heart - lifeless
Penetrating the raw nerves of subtle quandary
The debilitating onslaught
Its harrowing progress and the hearts final submission
And in its putrid state tangled doubts
Labor of love
In my minds eye urgent for the outcome
But the furies of love will rise in the test tubes and will dissipate
Like mist of an enchantress
And all my array of sophisticated lab equipments proved unhelpful, needless
And my conclusion was rather inconclusive
Yet I was cautious with my hypothesis and
My observation leaved no stone unturned
For the heart encased in a glass with brine to preserve it
A museum of scientific curiosity
Then where can this formidable experiment begin?
Now I know I am armed not with litmus papers
I will be free from trite mechanical straight jacketing and stiff rules prescribed
For now I know that
My eyes are sharper than electronic microscope and more penetrating
IN your sacred lab with the clamp stand I unleash the fire unto your ...... flask
And your erotic emissions periodic on the table
And your sizable globes that keep spinning
And leaves my head spinning endlessly
With your generous and ultra modern instruments
I have made the greatest discovery in love's chemistry!
MAN-CHINE
It is harvest time - electric harvest in the global village
These convoluted labyrinths of wires came not as a result
Of a millennium expiring in filth of an apocalyptic civilization or demented
Prophecies of old calling forth doom at the dawn of advancement
And in hostile parchment scrolls regent of knowledge
Proclaim that knowledge will increase but the world will be on
The brink of destruction
Now man is superman and traverses time with lightening speed
He dug out science from the bosom of nature and nature was pleased
Personified mildly jostled to relinquish some of its mysteries
We vie with the spider building his web across the horizon in the World Wide Web
And we send space satellites as spies to space - our emissary to the moon to Speculate the space left
For our questing thirst and to explore mars for our eventual immigration
It is not surprising that Man out of the ingenuity
Of a master craftsman will imitate the architect's spire
And left to wander in necessities he took to invention
And puffing with pride he created another world in infinity
With the artificial lights gleaming
His might ended with a man less endowed to affirm subhuman leanings
ADAM ROBOT with artificial intelligence to wander in electric senility
His effort impressive though the mini creator
Creating a miniature world in delightful global village
ARTIFICIAL MAN
Walking in a niche of trivialities dreaming in a dream
I consoled my withered soul with the serene clatter of boughs
And with hostile dementedness invoked on myself I looked
At nature uncorrupted untainted with shame
Its unquenchable immunity to the ravages of time
How I plunged into self destruction and with unheeded glee rebelled
Against what sustains me
Alienation in a continuum of futility
Walking on that lone path threshed by nature
The threshold of the very beginning in pristine resonance
Streams meandering in their natural courses
And I long strayed
The chirrups of birds glorious and mine hoarse rebuff meant to be
A chorus vainglorious
I grew strange while nature remained nature
I was estranged
On the lone path a ghost of myself the boughs creaked
Echoed in my forlorn conscience thou artificial man
Let nature be your teacher
Not the consolation of philosophy could comprehend and restore my loss
I was lost and walking with despairing strides
On the lone path the boughs creaked artificial man
COMPUTER LOVE
Sit behind your computer, Log on to BP and try to IM a beautiful lady or a handsome man. Establish a healthy correspondence, make sure you see the man in a cam most often to prove that he is genuine and chat him or her all the time, sending or exchanging hearty, funny, lovestruck, eye-popping and enchanting emoticons to impress and show your innermost feelings to your new found screen lover, the fact is that you haven't invented LOVE. But rather you should muse about it's sonorous music and magic, it's abiding and enduring potency, in ancient times, the Romeos scaled walls and crossed oceans to see their love ones, and now you open your WINDOWS on the screen and the possibility of love is certain. One intriguing thing about Creating profiles on the internet is the rational behind it. The obvious is that most are searching for their soul mates in distant space and time. They have the keen believe that, the right man would one day pop up on the screen and like magical wand waved,drop them the notes that would say it all. Or with timid strides and cautious clicks try to send IM, which would naturally correlate the saying that acquaintance will lead to friendship, friendship will lead to mutual esteem and respect and that in turn will blossom into love. This is certainly genuine and most people have been able to snatch their love ones and dears ones right from the screen with enchanting emoticons.
This attests to the fact that, love can be unpredictable, it does not conform to our debased modernist prejudices and misconceptions. It transcends boundaries we set for it and the pains and all the unpleasant things it exudes is but our misinterpretation of it beauty. Some of the profiles I have read so far are thunderous and full of insults and sarcasm, mostly written by young adults and adults who cannot actually differentiate between the ending point of teenage exuberance. It is interesting to note that every system has it's faults and disadvantages, but the beauty of it is that eventually, most enduring hearts reap happiness and joy as they tread with caution,
BP, Fascinates me as the most adventurous dating site ever, where GHOSTS, SYCOPHANTS, MEN STEEPED IN VICIOUSNESS, VOLUPTUOUS WOMEN BUT NOT MARRIAGE MATERIALS, SAUCY TONGUES, SCAMMERS, and the like congregate to unleash their opinions most times debased. In real life, most have passed through the pangs of divorce, can the screen offer solution?
PROJECT PALM WINE DRINKARD
NIGHTMARISH TALES FROM AFRICA
One African writer I admire most is the unusual and eigmatic author of nightmarish and fabulous tales, Amos Tutuola. Amos Tutuola was said to have written his masterpieces of fantasy in a naïve, strange young English not of this world. The innocent interesting writer of stories borrowed mostly from materials from his native folklore, who was mocked by both western and African critics for his defective use of the English language is now an acknowledged classic. The furor and controversy that surrounded Tutuola was how he irreligiously used the English language without regard to grammar and syntax. He saw the English language as a means to projecting his surrealist halve remembered tales of the fireside to the world in a language he has no mastery nor command and was un abashed about it. When I first heard about the emergence of a true primitive classic from west Africa who have written interesting tales receiving rave reviews from the west and even captivating the fancy and whacking the interest of the poet Dylan Thomas, I was compelled to read Tutuola’s classic the palm wine drinkard.
The novel begins as follows.
I was a palm-wine drinkard since I was a boy of ten years of age. I had no other work than to drink palm-wine in my life. In those days, we did not know of other money, except cowries. So that everything was very cheap and my father was the richest man in our town.
My father got eight children and I was the eldest among them, all of the rest were hard workers, but I myself was an expert palm-wine drinkard. I was drinking palm wine from morning till night and from night till morning. By that time, I could not drink ordinary water at all except palm-wine.
But when my father noticed that I could not do any work more than to drink, he engaged an expert palm-wine tapster for me; he had no other work more than to tap palm-wine everyday.
So my father gave me a palm-tree farm which was nine miles square and it contained 560,000 palm-trees, and the palm-wine tapster was tapping one hundred and fifty kegs of palm-wine every morning, but before 2 O’clock pm, I would have drunk all of it; after that he would go and tap another 75 kegs in the evening which I would be drinking till morning. So my friends were uncountable that time and they were drinking palm wine with me from morning till a late hour in the night. But when my palm-wine tapster completed the period of 15 years that he was tapping the palm-wine for me, then my father died suddenly, and when it was the 8th month after myfather had died, the tapster went to the palm-tree farm on a Sunday evening to tap palm-wine for me. When he reached the farm, he climbed one of the tallest palm-trees to tap palm-wine but as he was tapping on, he fell down unexpectedly and died at the foot of the palm-tree as a result of injuries. As I was waiting for him to bring the palm-wine, when I saw that he did not return on time, because he was not keeping me for long like that before, then I called two of my friends to accompany me to the farm. When we reached the farm, we began to look at every palm-tree, after a while we found him under the palm-tree where he fell and died.
Tutuola, though handicapped by the English language nevertheless was able to present with naïve alacrity the few words and idioms he knew into finished works of art! Combination of pidgin and incorrect usages of words made him a classic!
I have embarked on a massive project designed to transform the loose prose of the monumental epic work as some western critics are apt to admit despite it striking similarity to folklore, into an epic poem. The plan or ideal is to render the work into blank verse and imbue it with epic qualities. I am still debating with myself whether I should model it on the great epic poems like the illiad and odyssey of Homer, the Arneid of vergil, Divine Comedy of Dante and paradise lost by Milton.
But the overriding formular would be to remain faithful to the text and do justice to Tutuolas's genius. By transforming the prose epic into blank verse, I do not intend to better it nor impute that Tutuola's masterpiece is riddled with numerous grammatical errors imply that it basic flaw is lack of syntax. It is a literary aberration of a kind. A personal project for literary amusement.
Most english poets and writers have rendered the classical epics into prose works and they are as revered and enjoyed as the originals. The palm wine drinkard appeared in prose and because of its striking parralles to the great epic poems I was struck by the solemn majesty of putting it into blank verse which obviously would make it equally enjoyable like the original prose.
I have inserted here an episode from the work which I just completed and it is meant to attract readers comments and suggestions on the project.
I will later bring the original prose work and its poetic rendition in the course of the project for readers to make comparative studies.
THE COMPLETE GENTLEMAN
POETIC RENDITION OF THE CLASSIC NOVEL BY AMOS TUTUOLA
From lone depths of the unknown thrust to frenzied mob
Traversing in grandeur the mean din hurly burly and the spell on the damsel
Appareled in ornate garment – costly scintillating sequins undulating
His unearthly beauty emphasizing – towering like gargoyle held by colonnades
Caryatids in the sky for the fastidious gaze and fetid breath of desire of maidens
And the envy of hulks biceps contracting and the clangor of all and sundry
Tall but stout and reticent – keen but oblivious to the market din
His worth and value incalculable –
Lone Adventist from lone depths – eerie hurled to partake in daily frailties of need
In midst of the craving lot – a maiden was enamored and enchanted –
Bewitched, as if the complete gentleman exuded spells that charms in endless suspension
She was desirous – eager to know the abode of the unknown gentleman
Pressing with impetuous posturing nagging and ingratiating
Silent – not condescending – he uttered nothing nor made the attempt or fuss with the idea that the maiden spoke to him- she was a helpless moan of sacrificial hoofs –
Overtly conscious and piqued by his superciliousness the gentleman
She resolved to mark with alacrity the resplendent strides and measured movements of the man from the unknown in the market din
Her products displayed for bargaining left with careless ease – unsold
The sky on spire – sunset and the horizon tinged with gritty hue
The whirling din and tempestuous clangor of voices and hectic activities
Subsided – the vast mob plodding to their various destinations – home beckons
The gentleman well furnished and brimming with unspeakable contentment
Directed his course to where he had emerged unknown to man and beast
But like a shadow the damsel followed him when he embarked to his unknown Abode – obstinate – silent aggression – wordless combat
She deployed unguided courage from her feminine dictates and far behind
The hither to tempestuous raucous hurly burly of a din
Ravenous commotion and hectic breathlessness and measured pandemonium
Engulfing the market ceased – disappearing like midst of an enchantress
Persistent, stubborn, obstinate the damsel followed without reason the Gentleman – inexplicable disregard for the ember hearth of parents
Self –exile from her town and headlong with speedy steps to doom or blest unknown – the unknown man she followed
The gentleman imprecated vehement objections denouncing her childish motives – he was insistent but not furious – he supplicated her to return home
Not to follow him but the lady would not budge nor heed his eerie warning
And fatigued of patient dissuasion she allowed her to follow him
The gentleman traversing the path with prudent poise – undaunted unperturbed
The damsel following him oblivious to her fate but eager to follow him even to gloom.
DO NOT FOLLOW UNKNOWN MAN’S BEAUTY
Twelve miles outside the precincts of the market of wordless combat and fatal Resolution – the lone road was deserted by gentleman and damsel
And like subtle night intruding upon the chaste virginity of the bright sunset sky They veered and plunged into the weird echoes of an endless forest of creatures terrible and fiendish
In the endless forest they traversed – still obstinately resolute pursuing
Still wordless combat – the reticent gentleman – reserved with mien demure
With affable gait devoid of haughtiness but vindictive premonition begun to return in obsequious satisfaction the hired parts of his body to the owners
And paying in solemn succession of acknowledgement the amount charged for the uncanny rental –
The strange pair advanced – the gentleman duty bound and bound to relinquish Pulled out his left hired foot – gratitude beaming in his eyes and returned it &nbs p; To the Owner and wreathed with unspoken gladness paid the rental
The right foot was pulled off in similar fashion and given with the rental to the Owner –
The feet of the gentle in preternatural dexterity were retuned to the owners
And like an infant began to crawl with complete mastery on the ground plodding
The damsel alarmed and frightened beyond description - her fear and bafflement Resounding in the forest proclaiming her witless obstinacy and heedlessness
Confounding perplexity desired to return home at once away from the terrible crawling creature away from the weird forest of woe
Her delicate heart panting in rhythmic quandary but the strange creature now insisted – he grew like the damsel before obstinate and headstrong
Unwilling to budge – giving deaf ears to the desperate supplications of the Damsel to return to her town and anxious parents
The gentleman now metamorphosed into a strange creature in reply to the imploring plea of the damsel to return uttered fiercely.
I warned you to desist from following me – ominous pursuit inexplicable before we branched into this forest of strange preternatural creatures – terrible and vindictive - now half bodied – transformed – incomplete – depreciated
You entertain the impossible idea of returning from my precincts which few Minute ago you were desirous to traverse – that is impossible
This is a miniature depiction of my dilemma- follow me you are yet to see more
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