January 17, 2010

To Leisurely Live Life

William Henry Davies philosophical poem extolling living life in a more relaxed mode makes one interesting reading. I remembered reading it as a nursery rhyme in my primary school days. It was such fun to memorize it and then even act it out during the annual school concert in December those days.

The poem uses a lot of imagery. It invites us to observe life in a more relaxed manner akin to 'smelling the roses along the path in life's journey'. If there is too much seriousness in pursuing ambitions or wealth, we can miss the many joys of living. Learn to make time for oneself. Appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature and fall in love.

Let us read the poem.

LEISURE

What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see,when woods we pass
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No see to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like stars at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance.
And watch her feet,how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Personifying a River

Valerie Bloom's poem, "The River" is a wonderful little piece of work describing the many facets of a river.The river is to her many things.She describes the river in personification as a wanderer from its source to its mouth.The river is also a winder cutting through soft soils and going around hard rocks as its loops and wounds itself on the way down.

Like humans, the river is said to be protecting its own secrets underneath its hidden bed.

The poet tells us that the river is a highly  musical creature, gurgling like a baby sucking its thumb. The river's joyous music resonates to its surroundings in wanton rapture .  When  it is in happy spirit, a river sings and dances in sheer abandonment.

In spite of all these whimsical qualities that tend to signify joy and fun,a river has its dark side too. It can be a menace when it overflows its banks, bringing floods,tearing trees down and anything in its path including homes, and destroying human beings,crops and animals.

Let us appreciate this light-hearted poem.

The River


The river's a wanderer,
a nomad, a tramp,
he doesn't choose one place
to set up his camp

The river's a winder,
Through valley and hill
He twists and he turns
He just cannot be still.

The river's a hoarder,
And he buries down deep
Those little treasures
That he wants to keep.

The river's a baby,
He gurgles and hums,
And sounds like he's happily
sucking his thumbs.

The river's a singer,
and he dances along,
the countryside echoes
The notes of his song.

The river's a monster
Hungry and vexed,
He gobbled up trees,
And he'll swallow you next.

The poem has 6 stanza with 4 lines each where lines 2 and 4 in all stanza rhymes. Except for the last stanza, this is one happy poem to recite.

Enjoy the poem.

A Warriors's Lament

Marzuki Ali's short poem is a nostalgic walk down memory lane. In the poem, he reflects to the time when he was able bodied, fighting for independence and sacrificing his youth for the ideals of nationhood.

He has given the better part of his life for independence and is now wheel-chair bound. He is old as he symbolizes in the title of his poem," A fighter's Lines". He could possibly be reflecting on the lines on his old brazen face. He lacks the energy he once possessed though his spirit to fight on remains strong. But times have changed. Even with independence, the poet could not see any satisfaction of his ideals. He finds no joy in the attainment of nationhood. He felt robbed of the fruits of his struggle.

The current challenges facing his nation are difficult to overcome. There is deceit everywhere these days. It disturbs him but he is powerless to do anything about it.The social ill continues to spread and corrupt.

The younger generation may be misled and could be indoctrinated to accept the modern ills of corruption,the greedy pursuit of materialism and the falsehood of politicians out for short-term gains.Unless the younger generation are brave,educated,imbued with a sense of national pride, open minded and worldly wise,it would be difficult for them to fight the powers that be.

Let us read the poem.

A Fighter's Lines

I am old and worn
and have lost all my strength
sufferings
and the history of the fight for independence
have forced sacrifices
that know no name
or life

From the wheelchair of the rest of my days
I, body and energy crushed
see and cannot do much
these times are too big a challenge
for the remnants of my crippled years
the net of deceit spread everywhere
disturbs me.

In the name of justice
Wake up and form ranks sons of our ancestor
Be brave
A erect a wall of people
Stand up heirs of our freedom

I have no more voice
It is you now who should speak!

This is a disturbing poem. It has a sad tone and readers will feel melancholic just reading the lines of the free-verse poem. There is a sense of powerlessness. As he extols the younger generation to continue with his struggle for justice against the modern forms of evils, we sympathized with the poet that his sacrifice could have been in vain, if there is no follow through on his resolve.

January 16, 2010

Mr Nobody is Master of Mayhem

This is one true-blue nursery rhyme that the Ministry of Education people do not know who actually wrote. Why they choose this piece of poem is beyond the comprehension of the man in the street.

Now that the students are saddled with it,let me try to make some sense out of this poem.

So who is this Mr. Nobody? Is he a trouble maker? If so, how does he do his mischief? Or is he some poor chap who is made to be the fall guy for both acts of commission and omission?

Let us look at this poem closely and see whether the poet has given us sufficient clues along the way to implicate Mr. Nobody for all the dastardly acts.

I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody’s house!
There’s no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

‘Tis he who always tears our books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar;
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For, prithee, don’t you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
That kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade;
The ink we never spill; the boot
That lying round you see
Are not our boots-they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.

There are only 4 stanzas. It is written in the rhythmic form of AB-CB.There is plenty of imagery being used here. This literary device is well used to bring out vividly the nasty things that happens in everyone's house.

Let us look at the context of the poem.

In stanza 1,the poet introduces us to Mr. Nobody. He describes him as a quiet person though he has never seen his face. Mr. Nobody is very mischievous. In everyone's home he has become a mischief-maker.

Let us look at the incidents of mischief caused by Mr. Nobody.

In stanza 2,he was found tearing pages from books. He likes to pull buttons from clothes as well as to scatter pins all over the place. As usual,expect him to open a door and yet to leave them ajar. The worse thing was that he failed to oil the doors when it was his job and as such they squeak!

In stanza 3, we can see that Mr Nobody likes to play tricks. When wood is needed to put on a fire, he will bring in damp woods which will fail to burn. As the water in the kettle could not boil,no one could have hot water to drink.He is also irresponsible walking into the house with his muddy feet that soil the carpets. If newspapers are found mislaid or the pages being tossed around,it was definitely Mr. Nobody's handiwork for he was always the last to read the newspapers.

Mr. Nobody has dirty hands. He carelessly leaves marks on the door.He is also most forgetful as he leaves the blinds unclosed fading the curtains in the process. Then, it was he who spills ink in the house be it on the floor or on the desk. Finally, he is totally irresponsible as well as disorganised;leaving his boots all around the house.

Now that we have blamed Mr. Nobody for acts of commissions, omissions or even things that are in fact due to mother nature,can we identify clearly who this Mr. Nobody is? Is he the Invisible Man?

Mr. Nobody is definitely someone very close to us. It is someone in the house. He is likely a family member. Worse, it could be our-self.So when things go wrong,what is our natural reaction? We like to point fingers at others if we can get away with it.
In the poem,it would certainly be easy to find that someone who left the boots around the house.You cannot avoid being marked as the guilty party unless someone else have used your boots. The same goes for that someone who got into the house with muddy feet that soiled the carpet.

As for the other mayhem around the house,it will be due to our own carelessness if plates gets cracked or pins get scattered. The same goes for forgetting to close the doors or the blinds. Purposely tearing pages from books is a nasty habit we cannot condone and the guilty party must be found and disciplined. Allowing books to be torn is sheer carelessness and reflects our lack of sense of pride of possession.Sense of pride will also prevent us from leaving hand and finger marks on the doors.

Then there are things that naturally comes off because of wear and tear. For instance, buttons that come off from our clothes could be from too much or careless washing and doors will creak if they are not maintained by regular oiling since rust forms naturally on hinges.

As for the case of the damp wood being used to keep the fire burning, it could be sheer carelessness or lack of knowledge. This is pardonable as we can train someone to do things right.

In conclusion, we are Mr. Nobody and Mr. Nobody is Mr. Everybody. We all have obligations and responsibilities and we must do our duties to keep the house in ship-shape. Nothing less will do.

I Wondered,Did You?

Let us try to analyse this new poem which is among the new poems,short stories and drama for Forms 1-3 students beginning 2010.

This is a poem written by Jeannie Kirby.

I Wonder


I wonder why the grass is so green,
And why the wind is never seen?

Who taught the birds to build a nest,
And told the trees to take a rest?

O,when the moon is not quite round
Where can the missing bit be found?

Who lights the stars, when they blow out,
And makes the lightning flash about?

Who paints the rainbow in the sky,
And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?

Why is it now you suppose,
That dad won't tell me, if he knows?

The poem frames a set of questions that a child may ask of his parents. An observant child has a way of interpreting things according to his understanding of things. The manner is at once simple and yet profound.

There are six stanza and each stanza has a couplet.

The questions asked by the child reflect genuine innocence. However, it is clothed in so much active imagery and in a methodological way,seeks answers and meaning to the mystery of nature.

In questioning mode, the child asks about colour, visibility,instinct,heavenly bodies and natural phenomena.

The interesting part of the poem is in the last stanza whereby they child is asking the 'mother-lode' question as to why his parents do not want to tell her the answers to the mysteries of nature. It is a naivety that is expected. After all, many parents would surely be hard-pressed to give correct answers to these simple questions when they themselves may not know after all.

The poem is imaginative,crisp and colourful and is reminiscent of the stage of sweet innocence every child will go through in childhood as they wonder about the world around them.

Wondering Why

Somehow the power to be in the government has decided to water down the quality of the literature component in the PMR Assessment beginning 2010. Gone from the list are the better books such as 'Dalat,The Pencil, Bunga Telor and Bally Shoes,The Phantom of the Opera and Dr Jekyl and Mr. Hyde' and such poems as 'Isle of Innisfree,The Dead Crow and Life's Brief Shadow'. These were better books and poems. The ones that are its replacements sounds more like nursery rhymes and primary school readers. Anyway, the poems are good nursery rhymes.

As for the 2 short stories and the drama, I think they could have been better chosen. 'Rumpelstiltskin' is certainly one bad selection and so is the truncated and convulated, "Flipping Fantastic". The other story,"One is One and All Alone' is somewhat acceptable though they could also have chosen a better short story that will motivate young readers in the lower secondary classes.

So, the question on most of the parents' lips are," Why?". How did the people who are in the know select such books? What are the criteria that have been used in the selection process? These books are such low quality text that are neither motivating nor challenging? Why are the administrators doing English a great disservice? Haven't they done enough harm?

So, can someone from the Curriculum Development Division or the Textbook Department of the Ministry of Education enlightened all the concerned parents?

Are you still playing your Flute?

What are your exact thoughts after reading Zurinah Hassan's poem," Are you still playing your Flute"? Is the persona reminiscing bygone times when there was a lover in a village who filled her heart with music and joy? Is she thinking that even as time passes by, that things have yet to change in the village that could be a disjunct and not in synchronization in time and pace with the rest of the country as it moves forward?

On another level, is it a juxtaposition of an art form onto the cruel realities of a nation in uncertainty of its future? Is it a message being masqueraded as a poem by the poet to reflect his political leanings upon a young nation trying to find its ethos amidst its many layered problems,dimensions and challenges?

Let us look at this poem and flesh out its hidden message,where we can.

Are you still playing your Flute

Are you still playing your flute?
When there is hardly time for our love
I am feeling guilty
To be longing for your song
The melody concealed in the slim hollow of the bamboo
Uncovered by the breath of an artist
Composed by his fingers
Blown by the wind
To the depth of my heart.

Are you still playing your flute?
In the village so quiet and deserted
Amidst the sick rice field
While here it has become a luxury
To spend time watching the rain
Gazing at the evening rays
Collecting dew drops
Or enjoying the fragrance of flowers

Are you still playing your flute?
The more it disturbs my conscience to be thinking of you
in the hazard of you
my younger brothers unemployed and desperate
my people disunited by politics
my friend slaughtered mercilessly
the world is too old and bleeding

All three stanzas started with the same query which is reminiscent of "Isle of Innisfree." It reflects a constant concern-a possible regretful fixation of sorts.

We can also feel the mood of the three stanzas as if the poet is trying to convey to us that she has left the village and have matured out of the innocence of the rural psyche as "The Songs of Experience " of William Blake and she has moved on to something higher while the lover still lives within the blissfulness of the "Songs of Innocence"-footloose and fancy free; living in his own world, happy and undisturbed as he played the evergreen tunes of his flute.