Skylarking Poems & Notes
The Warrior: I have been living with the Warrior for a few weeks now, being with me everywhere I go, seeing London through his eyes, watching Life though his eyes. I thought I’d better write down the first explorations that came to me during that first research session. The Duality theme came through pretty strongly and it’s something I’d like to explore more fully. Who is the ‘W’ within Dolah. Who is the warrior within me?
Two sides , two parts, two styles
Flow versus still
Smooth versus rough
Hard versus soft
Pulling away bullying each other
Only in stillness are they
Only if they are moving together
Do they go in the same direction
Two sides, two halves, two answers
Struggle to keep the other down
Stay still, don’t say anything. Shhhh
Candles giving light
Time dancing through the nights dreams
Whispers of Warriors
The thresh and the sweat of treads
Footsteps on mud
The calm of the darkened world
Lit by candles
Give up the fight with out
Give in to the calm within
Silence the enemy with
Truth that only you can show
Take me there
Take me there.
The Meaning Of Life
Do I know the meaning of Life?
Do I know what it is to live?
It is all about fun
And being naughty
Does the English in me not want to be naughty?
Does the fact that Freedom means You Don’t Know?
That you don’t do anything? That it’s all too easy. That it’s become quite bland/blank? There is more to this than This.
Happiness? Families, children, taking care of business
Under the radar of the government
Over the cares of society
Above the norms.
Play With Me
The time has come to
Play, the time has come to stop being so
Serious and make you see
That inside me is magic and fun
If only you could see the time
If only you could feel the time is
Passing quickly. Hurry now
Take your time to play with me before you go
It’s calm in here it’s all childlike
It’s all new, it’s all gold
Like chocolate, like sunrises
Like morning dew, kicked in the air
By passing children, running through the grass
I want the play to finish with the feeling that Dolah’s life is going to be completely different from that point on, almost rousing. There is something about what happens between Dolah and ‘W’ that is life-changing, transformative. The constant reminder of a past that is mythical and shrouded in mystery seems to call to Dolah.
The movement of the sarong
Wrapped tightly until revealed the pleats
That allow for movement.
A barrier, a door, a cover a sheath
A slow step, a measured foot
The music. Kebyar gong resounding
It is a call to arms
It is a signal for change
The hidden dance within us
The beating of our hearts
And the swirling of rhythms
Above our heads
The dance of the fire-flies
Above our heads
The heavy gong of the earth
Under the ground
The swiftness of streams
And eddying currents
Lift and take us to enchantment
We, bright, emerge from sleep
To go dancing in forests deep
Slippery like silvered fish
In the streams,
Away from faraway thunder clouds.
Here it is the dew
That seeps colour into our skin.
The first heavy drop
Until the gods punish us.
The rain melds the trees
To our skin
I am bark and leaf
I am bronze and gold.
Despite the monsoon
When my hand melts into
Water, my splashing feet
In Joy, take flight.
With my blood, the rain,
In rivulets on my flesh
We Dance despite the nearing thunder
The closing grey against
The tangerine screen
Drenching in ink of squid.
We dance despite the cracking sky
Despite the onslaught of rain and wind
And the rolling clouds swirling high above you
And the ground trembling under our dance
We know this is our place
We know this is where we were once one.
And he has a name now. Trawling through the Ramayana was peripherally helpful but Facebook, ironically, proved more helpful. A school friend of mine from Malaysia popped up in my timefeed. It was the darndest thing. His name was Wira, which means ‘Warrior’, or ‘Hero’. Perfect. I’m not usually one for serendipity but there he was.
This coincided with the time that I’d found ‘Opera Jawa‘ which is an Indonesian film set in modern-day rural Java but with classical Indonesian dance and singing. Amazing. Just what I needed. Confirmation that the universe was listening to my call for help. Finally I’d seen the Ancients in a modern day context. Beautiful, unnerving, a masterpiece by Garin Nugroho
So Wira is Dolah’s Spirit Guide. While Maya proves she can help from afar, Wira is the one that takes Dolah on the journey, leads him. Wira is the silent part of Dolah’s psyche that needs to speak but daren’t. Wira, the guide, telling me what I’m doing wrong, showing me the way of the fight. How in small steps the fight is made real. Wira, son of a king, trained by the finest.
I still don’t know how Wira appears. Once I start with Cecily Fay on the Silat movements and with Puja on the dance movements, that problem should cease.
Do I want him to be wholly Classical? That’d make him easier to identify and make him appear ‘other-worldly’. I think Wira needs to slide in and out of it. I don’t think I’ll use classical syair speech patterns – the play would take too long and barely comprehendable.
On Saturday I witness a rehearsal with Lila Cita (Puja’s troupe). I have yet to meet Cecily Fay though I think she’s going to be there too. Here’s hoping.