The Tedium of the Passage
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 19 March 2020
Summary
Let us face it Passepartout
There is always the tedium of the passage
We are not supposed to write about it
It bores the reader.
At night
Images drop at me
Like thieving crows
Leaving me empty
I lie and above my bunk :
intricate spider webs
between a Crucified Christ
the Cross
and the partition
I sit up:
Facing the empty bottle
Crimes of art
I shoot
Birds lift off my hair
I smoke:
Flicking a match
at a strange roach clicking away
Inhaling as it scampers off
Exhaling: I have the generosity of a blind beggar
distributing money to a passer-by
I share the energy of a butt
consuming itself in the ashtray
I want to provoke
To hurt
Another walk on the deck:
Moon again
On an uncertain tired ocean
Moon motionless, frosty, cruel
A strange light icing the foam
Oppressive
Quiet
It is not beautiful Passepartout
It doesn't have a heart
The Moon is a stone with a torch shining on it
A Warship sails by
It makes a gruff noise
Like a dog
Barking at a drunkard
Seated on the pavement
Ag, the trade in body parts!
There was a moon once
I remember: hot wind
Ricocheting on rock
I had a thousand things to say then
When life was of some undefined value
When I was not a misprint
I hear music:
“Play that again
Without a hand” – I shout
Holding it severed in my hand
Pissing on his guitar
in my mind –
Instead, on the foredeck all are happy
and pretty singing along his strum
Give Philippinos a guitar and they are happy
said the Captain
A Voice on a radio
Declaring the end of exploitation
or something like that
in a peculiar language
What a night of Miracles!
Images drop at me like thieving
crows.
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- From Around the World in Eighty DaysThe India Section, pp. 10 - 12Publisher: University of South AfricaPrint publication year: 2014