The London Verses No. 3

Don’t ever my mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance and my kindness for weakness’  Unknown

 

Iconoclastic in Ickenham

As the Bishop is punched straight

(‘This is what happens when corruption perpetuates hate’)

In the face

(‘And touches more than lace’)

 

Who’s the victim?

What’s the crime?

Some synonyms that rhyme with slime 

Disobedience was always sublime.

 

Diametrically opposed 

We stood on Platform 8

As the Duke decomposed 

Silent tyranny had militated 

A commuting carriage of newly debilitated. 

 

Purrs of satisfaction 

900sq foot sauna 

Why mourn her?

Belgravia fakers 

and Nunhead bakers

This Ealing feeling is misery

 

About as likely as

A Hampstead greasy spoon

Unknown communes

Featureless  warehouses  

Handmade rooms 

Parliament  Hill Fields in Bloom

When her womb resumed 

I presumed  new life 

No, 56 hours of strife 

Of waiting 

Teeth grating

A lone iphone 

In a lone corridor 

And then

There were four more.

 

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Gothic? You haven’t seen anything yet… THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF THE MACABRE!

 

After rediscovering and viewing Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow three times in three days it’s a certified, wonderful example of “fun” horror i.e. a macabre and escapist romp with some gratuitous blood, suspense and Burtonesque black humour (which Hollow is littered with) included. Subsequently, I was inspired to write a poem/song hybrid sonnet-thing (I have no idea what I’m doing either, this is a first attempt).

I simply don’t understand some of  the criticism levelled at Sleepy Hollow during it’s initial release, the duality of science vs supernatural conflict is a fantastic thematic backbone (amidst the context of puritanical 1799 America) consuming faithless Ichabond Crane (Johnny Depp) his scars originate from a childhood incident (no spoilers here, go and see it if you haven’t already) centring around the villainy of religion as a “mask of virtue” and his “tyrant” of a father. This succinct snippet speaks sheadloads about the film thematically. Young Masbath is an adolescent orphaned by the recent  “headless” murders in the small village of Sleepy Hollow.
Young Masbath: You are bewitched by reason!
Ichabond Crane: I am beaten by it!

This dichotomy of the supernatural contrasted against reason and rational deduction is personified by Katrina Von Tassel (Ricci) and Crane (Depp) respectively and the relationship that manifest, grows and blossoms throughout the duration of the film:

Katrina Von Tassel: Are you so sure of everything?

Ichabond Crane: Are you?

As we approach Halloween 2011, the following poem is certainly pretty apt. Read on and I hope you enjoy…

The Wonderful World of the Macabre

The Wonderful World of the Macabre!

 

It’s time to slay,

(never pray)

 

To detect and reject notions

of Ghouls and Goblins

Pixies and potions

Isn’t it?

 

No it’s time to retreat inside our mind

To bind and combine

Form a resistance against the things that slice thrice in the night

(And slice back)

 

Of Might and Right

Of bewitching mavens and irritating ravens

Bring all your kin and flaming pumpkins

For it’s time to say your “Nevermore” nevermore

 

Crows perched upon tombstones in a labyrinthine of rows

(Allen Poe: So-so)

Eying the evil eye, imminent villainy is imminently nearby

 

Halloween is upon us

Attempting the rationalise the irrational: The Wonderful world of the Macabre!

Black, red and gray…