Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Superstition

What is this unholy twitch?
The left eye, too!
Something Bad’s going to happen! Terrible. Tragic.
I’d better go home.
And, then, the zebra crossing crosses me over –
That, and the black cat…
And now the ladder slams down, just over my head!
This doesn’t look good.
Something Terrible’s going to happen. Bad. Tragic.
I’d better stay home.
Thunderous rain! The dark clouds are out!
The conch shells sound a plaintive cry…
The water is rising. Fast!
Ripples gnaw at my feet, waves form where I stand…
My home washes away.
Now,
Where should I go? Where should I stay?

Something Tragic has happened. Bad. Terrible.
“I don’t care anymore.”

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1 comment:

גאיוס דרוסוס said...

Hello Navoneil, told yo I will get there :)

I like your poems. Especially I noticed the one above.
Can I share my thoughts with you?
The song is very dynamic: you can see the movement from the beginning:
Starting with a small one but intimate - a twitch, continuing on the way home and of the things that the speaker sees at that particular road, and then totally stops at home.
When the speaker reached the haven - as it were, there is a new movement - but now it is not the speaker's running from something, it is something that is hunting the speaker.
The poem ends when there is no movement anymore, which is actually ,more "terrible and tragic" - no hope here! Even the speaker will is at a stalemate. It is like both powers - the speakers and the nature - created a vortex (from the movement vs. the freeze: Where should I go? Where should I stay?) that leads him down.

You can say the oppositions - going / staying, outside (dangerous) / home (safe) - are no longer oppositions at the end.

But not the speaker alone is experiencing changes (“I don’t care anymore.”), the reader is too.
At the beginning the reader sees the speaker as a bit ridiculous with his fears and exaggeration - "Terrible. Tragic".

But at the end, the reader stands bewildered in front of the tragedy. He becomes one with the speaker: feels bad for the him, and also he is not sure anymore: can superstition actually be true? The reader safe believes are damedged. In a way, the reader and the speaker are suddenly both on a crossroad.
The end - “I don’t care anymore.” - has a real depth in it and reassures the above: why is it quoted? If it was the speaker - it doesn't need the quotation marks. it is suitable for the speaker, but it quotes the... reader.
Why doesn't he care anymore? Maybe it is because it was too distressing - the speaker fate and the ontological change of the superstitions to omens.