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Friday, February 09, 2007

[ telephone conversation ]

I might be violating copyrights, but right now I don't care. We're doing Afro-Asian Literature in English and have finished with an excerpt of the Rubaiyat and a poem called Till Hearts End (which, as usual, I was too lazy to post). This one is called Telephone Conversation. It is about racism. Might give you some food for thought, so enjoy.

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION
Wole Soyinka

The price seemed reasonable, location
indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. "Madam," I warned,
"I hate a wasted journey - I am African."
Silence. Silenced transmission of
Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick-coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder piped. Caught I was, foully.

"HOW DARK?"...I had not misheard. "ARE YOU LIGHT
OR VERY DARK?" Button B. Button A. Stench
of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
Red booth. Red pillar-box. Red double-tiered
Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed
By ill-mannered silence, surrender
Pushed dumbfounded to beg simplification.
Considerate she was, varying the emphasis

"ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT?" Revelation came.
"You mean - like plain or milk chocolate?"

Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light
Impersonality. Rapidly, wave-length adjusted, I chose
"West African sepia" - and as an afterthought,
"Down in my passport." Silence for spectroscopic
Flight of fancy, till truthfulness changed her accent
Hard on the mouthpiece "WHAT THAT?" conceding,
"DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS." "Like brunette."

"THAT DARK, ISN'T IT?" "Not altogether.
Facially I am brunette, but madam, you should see
Are a peroxide blonde. Friction, caused -
Foolishly, madam - by sitting down, has turned
My bottom, raven black - one moment Madam!" sensing
Her receiver rearing on the thunder clap
About my ears - "Madam," I pleaded, "Wouldn't
you rather see for yourself?"

I love free verse, don't you? The way sentences are left open and then continued at the next line, the way they don't rhyme, the way they talk to you and have a lot of periods. It's so inspiring. I just love free verse. :)

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ole!
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moving on...

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thank you. bow.

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