Poetry In The Margin

Unadorned
Unable
Unsound

Unraveled
Unstable
Unfound

Unsung
Unheralded
Uncrowned

Untouched
Unlabeled
Unbound

Diversionary Tactics

I have decided to ask Locutius to accept one of the parts in the new play, which I have entitled Catch of the Day. It might prove difficult to find him timely, but I have sent word to Vesutto of Venna who seems to have a rather reliable network. He has been able to locate the actor extraordinaire for me in the past. I sincerely enjoyed Alcobiades' performance in The Good Citizen, so it is my hope he can be persuaded to accept the co-lead in the new production. He is of Ar. If he is within the walls and not off performing with some troupe on a dusty trail, it should not prove too taxing to find the fellow. 

I have found myself slipping a little of late, unable to quench certain thirsts, sate certain hungers. The distraction, diversion, whatever one calls it, helps to take my mind away from work-related issues. In the past, I have turned to the bottle to ease the stresses of everyday life, but I do not have the taste for grain alcohols like I once did. I will indulge in a bowl of paga now and again, of course, but I do not miss waking in the morning unable to lift my head from the couch. I am coming to realize, however, that the distraction of soft thighs and a tender throat is still an addiction, an obsession that is far too easy to cede control to. I find that writing, a return to the work of my Caste, rather than the work of the People, is helping to hone my focus. I have been prolific of late, three poems and a play in the last hand or so. 

It is a thin line that divides having control of one's desires and letting one's desires take the reins. 

Poetry in the Margin

Forget me
Remember me
Dismember me not
Judge me
Begrudge me
Come
Take my spot
Relieve me
Reprieve me
Black kettle
Blacker pot
Imbue me
Re-undo me
Re-imagine
Life and lot

Playwright

Two years prior, during the Fair of En'Kara, The Fall of Agamedes was staged in the shadow of the Sardar for the world to see. It was a play about two men, each seemingly at odds with their place in the world; the archetypes of Assassin and Warrior. Famed actors, Locutius and Nikos of Tyros delivered my dialogue to the world. Earlier this year, in the middle of En'Var, The Good Citizen was produced on the stage of the Great Theater of Pentilicus Tallux. It was a historical account, a chronicle of true-to-life events that took place in the Street of Brands District of Ar several years ago, but most probably took it for dramatic fiction. There were four parts. Locutius, again, deigned to accept a part. Turianus of Torcadino, Phineahas of ...Cos, and Alcobiades of Ar were the remaining Actors. That was my third production on Tallux's grand stage, and by far the most successful. The previous two were my first work, Merchant of Ko-ro-ba, and a reprise of The Fall of Agamedes.

The new work, as yet untitled, will feature two principals with minimal stage production and props. If the parts can be filled timely, I hope to stage it soon after the start of the new year. Inspiration comes from the strangest of places.

Smolder

We are tired
Your huddled masses
Worn and bruised
Disillusioned, confused
Disparate from you
The grease to your wheels
The gears of your machine
Lean, but not broken
Hungry, but not starved
These setbacks will not
Tear us asunder
Like tin men you fell
Sanguine waters, the well
Still you dance, oblivious
Lascivious, your greed
Your corruption, a seed
Deep in the dogmatic soil
Pampered feet refuse to touch
These embers, remember
Have yet to cool