Here's why. The last few days have turned into something of a householder's nightmare. I was having a bit of re-plastering done when it was discovered that the house on the strand has a serious combination of wet and dry rot. It seems the former owner was something of a DIY cowboy. I've only got half a living-room at present...the other half is a big hole; no floor-boards, no joists, just bare earth at the bottom and a pervading smell of damp. (And no, I didn't find the missing Ormerod money... that's an in-joke for long-suffering Blackpool fans.)
Sad to see and distressing though it is, all will be put right soon. Proper venting, damp-proofing, new joists and a complete new wooden floor will be in place some time next week and the only thing hurting will be my bank manager. I have had to turn the house upside down (metaphorically) while the problem is being remedied.
This unexpected and unpleasant twist has thrown my original idea for the blog quite off track, so I've come up with another slant, one that concentrates on the Sand part of the theme (as in desert expanses) and ties in with a poem I've been working on at intervals over the last year ever since seeing the movie Timbuktu and a documentary about the civil war in Sudan.
Timbuktu, a film by Abderrahmane Sissako, is set among the sand dunes of Mali and is about the struggles of the local people against the oppressive encroachment of invading Jihadists - as if eking out a life in the middle of a desert weren't challenge enough. It is a very powerful drama and won many accolades on its release in 2014 (including Best Foreign Language Film).
The Sudan documentary was shocking for the bleakness it portrayed and for the fact that many of the 'soldiers' are just teenage boys and girls brutalised by the predicament they find themselves in.
Frontline
A mere slip of a girl,
sixteen, no older,
baby at her hip,
rifle slung from a shoulder.
Her unflinching stare
suggests
there will be no mercy here.
Under what tree,
within what canvas enclave
are peace
or happiness found?
Warlords hold sway.
Fear is the key
and all this dust of decay,
unsentimental sediment
of religious and racial discontent
grits ears, eyes, lips and souls,
a permanent scourge
in a howling dustbowl.
This is the brutal
way of the world -
kill or be killed;
as every raking spray of bullets,
every makeshift tomb of sand
marks the progress of implacable bigotry
across a desiccated land.
What have we become?
Animals with guns!
Using every excuse under the sun...
If he lives to be much older,
in ten years time
that hip-riding baby will be a boy soldier.
Thanks for reading. Here's hoping for a healing week, S ;-)
24 comments:
That's some poem. Sorry about your floor, mate.
Like it
Fabulous poem. Heard you read it at Montagues the other night.
Agree with the comments above. That's a powerful poem. I must track down the film you mentioned as well. Thank you.
Brilliant.
I've just tracked down your blog. Saw you perform this poem in Lancaster a couple of weeks ago - very powerful, as others have said. Would have liked to hear more.
Sound!
What a great poem, stark, powerful but also humane.
Fantastic poem.
Frontline: very moving.
I read this blog when it was originally posted - is it two years ago already? I still think the poem is one of the best things you have written, a potent message that still needs to be heeded.
So (dead) good.
What a great poem Steve.
Fabulous poetry, so controlled and powerful.
A very good poem Steve.
Amazing.
Wow - such a powerful poem ❤️
Truth of the circle of prejudice and destructions.
Agreed that Timbuktu is a great film. Your powerful poem is a fitting commentary on what's happening in parts of Africa.
Harrowing but wonderful poetry.
What a poignant poem.
Child soldiers is a terrible iniquity. Your poetry is very powerful.
That poem! An expression of sentiment without sentimentality. Brilliant. 👏
I absolutely agree with other comments. It is such a powerful poem. I've been reading about the fundamentalist takeover of northern Mali recently - must really get to see the Timbuktu movie. You don't hear so much about war in Sudan these days but Ethiopia appears to be experiencing a civil war right now. So sad to see.
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