Wonder of the World

November 9, 2009

Dave Williams denies role over Proyecto Capital upstage – Alice Yard

Filed under: Feinin, Love, Parody — Tags: , , , , — thebookmann @ 2:09 pm

Dave

miss Williams at Alice Yard

Dem tink he is good, dem feel he does dance la modern, dem eh know he history. Since small miss Dave playing wit Black Barbe dollie after he walk in he fadder bedroom and see he wit ah life size blow up dollie.  Dave ca remember, but he say he like how he fadder bamsee look. Is like dem Baptist dat does catch de fit in church and mess wit man on woman*.

Is Government school he go when principle call he sister to question why he join de elastic team and hand clap in pairs. At home miss Dave dream of musical box  as ballerina and see he self spinning wit fairy tutu.  One evening he look down in he shorts and wonder why he box deform. Sister tel he dat is call ah nanny in proper and pussy if big man raft wit it. miss Dave tell someone far dat he so and so stick out from he shirt pants.  He say is funny like it ca breed.  Soon after miss Williams attend Bishops  and study chemistry, science and rubbing he small wood wi pencil tie wit two rubber band, Den miss Dave brave put he wood inside pencil case and he feel it grow den  stick, only den Miss call he to de blackboard to sum. From de desk she look at he pant smiling brood, fanning she leg and firing signal to he. You is 12, add 6.  Dave remember, “As meh walk front to de blackboard, ah girle tap meh P. box wit she ruler and tell meh to measure de size. Me wood inside vanish and de case fall out meh pant leg and drop on de floor. I tell she is 4 cm metric,  de ruler she say lie, is only tree”.

Dave find out is big people know and he trust dem fully. Story is if ah nanny mature wi Afro round it, it is ready for inspection. De mature wood have name call toto, it join wi stone. Dave say he  hear dat man does use it hard and go crazy when pussy open to invitation jamming it tight.  Is later second man does scream, Oh Jesus Woman and brush it and de totee  does reload and empty tree time. He figure out dat evening is whitee cream stain between he thighs like glue, and practice over and over de word jock and break like if he ready to sit 11 plus exam. He feel sick when he ca read, is blind reach wit all dat vice. miss Dave gone fete and dance de modern under strobe light wit he Abba tune;

Friday night and de the light low
Looking for ah place to go
Where dem play de right music, getting meh in de swing
Yuh come to look for ah king
Anybody ca be dat  mans
Night young and de  music sweet
With ah bit of kiaso music, everyting is fine
Yuh in de mood for ah wine
And when yuh get the de chance
Yuh is ah flaming Dancing Queen

When light dim pitch dark and Kiaso play, is winning wild from side to side and in between whe he find strange. miss Dave stick wit dancer and he wood get in between and he in heaven.  Is cacahole pretend to be nanny whe.

Is years now and miss Dave is Queen’s Dance Hall holding red clot mast like he ready to sail wit Columbus. He does do modern danseuse like spider man sticking on wall and dropping, but I say is like  batee man he really crave to disguise and fly late in de evening to suck victim dry. Is only he train in dance to scale cemetery wall, roll in dirt to find secret bull and taste flour paste like juice.

Ah say miss Dave yuh tell meh is free money at de Yard to pay for de ticket to see yuh dance in front, around and at de back of dem Common Head of State Waste Coming Twice and Quiet Go.  Prase de Lawd. Minshall go hunt yuh down wit he four stick if yuh plan to do he invent, walking dead man procession on de Grand Stand wit Carnival Christmas decoration Brian Mc fal in. I pass yuh standing in yuh National costume, I know were de banana hide. Yuh spot meh bold, and ask, IF I TAKE ALL FOR LATER.  Ah say I leave ah scent for dem  to never forget.  Ah still have small coin in meh bag and I go re-circulate it in ah  envelope and slip it in Cassava box. I see dem fall from meh, I say, all dem coin have stink vice, meh want noting to do wit it.

* Reported that parishers engaging in sexual intercourse during the exorcism of spirits act.

July 10, 2009

Sweat Rice

Filed under: Folklore, Love, sex — Tags: , , , , , , — thebookmann @ 2:00 am

You is Chinee or what, why yuh fill meh plate with so much rice


Feinin-Hermes preparing a kinda of salty rice, you’ll come begging for more

In Caribbean rituals and spells, Sweat Rice is a local custom given to describe the preparation of a love potion which will allow a woman to trap her lover. Before hand, your future wife had cooked a pot of rice where at the later stages of it being thoroughly cooked, she removed her garment and squatted over the iron pot causing the steam to condense on the her skin and deep between her crotch. Any sweat occurring from enchanting brew simply drops back into the pot of rice. Not a drop is wasted. The secretion is well mixed in and a pinch of salt is added to camouflage the sweet pheromone taste. Men are suspicious creatures. Any off putting taste will send them packing out your door. Sensing any off putting taste, he would politely ask you for a glass of water and when you return from the kitchen, all you’ll see your plate of rice on the floor, a gate squeaking and a car burning rubber.

When it is served to her unexpected future husband, he can’t resist the plate of rice, licking every grain up and off the floor. Caught, he’ll be her mate for the rest of his natural life. The rice should be served to the specimen for three or four days without a break. It works, no joke brothers, be very wary of a lover too anxious to offer you a plate of steamy salty rice and chicken. – Baby yuh want more….

Making her wish come true – Reheating the pot, her cousin is bring over a friend (Caucasian) from Canada.

An Indian man’s thoughts over an Indian massage therapist, ” She rubbing meh down as if I is a leper, If I was a white man, she’ll massage meh with she tongue

September 26, 2008

josephine baker – Self portrait series

Filed under: Love, Prophecy — thebookmann @ 10:18 pm

A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity

Here is a study of Josephine Baker, what I can tell you is that my impression was of a woman who was a bombshell. Posing here, I found myself as a hefty, native, voluptuous tigress with an immense derrière.  Yet this was a woman that realized at a early stage that men were capable of deceit. On stage, she had a presence which could captivate an audience with a act that in most cases, she was completely nude, her breast led the way to her fame. Paris felt safe from all the intrigue, from all the debauchery and uttered unkindness said to a human being.

She was an angelic angel, her heart was torn by her many disappointments.

September 8, 2008

Derek Jarman – At my execution

Filed under: Art, Film, Love — Tags: , , , — thebookmann @ 5:50 pm

I live my life as myself

Derek Jarman’s experimental films based on montages of memory, futuristic motifs or distant thoughts overladed by polarizing flares and by his sense of his mortality, love and companionship.

Derek Jarman is considered one of the most important British independent filmmakers. His body of work spans from the 1970s till his death in 1994 and consists of interpretations of historic periods set in England and Europe. In 1993, he produced a film called, Blue. In was a reflection of his life though a man suffering from an illness which impaired his vision. Blue was Derek Jarman’s last film from an artist who lived his life as he was, and lay the foundation for future artists to have the inner determination on subjects such as sexually, sexual identity and AIDS.

At the upcoming film festive in Trinidad and Tobago, 2008, the British filmmaker Isaac Julien is screening his film about the artist. Derek is a montage of interviews, film footage related to Jarman’s life. Julien’s work plays on the subject of blackness, revolt and on a theme that bonds them both and that is homosexuality, identity and love.


Isaac Julien, centre, next to Peter Doig at the Studio Film Club, Port of Spain for his premiere of Derek as part of the Trinidad and Tobago Film Festival.

Excerpts from Blue:

Lost boys sleep forever in a dear embrace, salt lips touching
submarine gardens cool marble fingers touch an antique smile
shore sounds whisper deep lover, drifting on the tide forever
smell of him, dead good looking, in beauty’s summer
He blue jeans around his ankles, bliss in my ghostly eye
Kiss me on my lips, on the eyes
Our name will be forgotten, in time, no one will remember our worth
Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud, it be scattered like mist that is chased by the rays of the sun
Around time is passing of a shadow

Our lives will run like sparks through the stubble
I place the def in you, blue, upon your grave

November 10, 2007

Unexplained symmetry – Tajmahal

Filed under: Love, architecture, unexplained — thebookmann @ 5:10 pm

King of the World to a fallen Queen

It is and shall remain a structure of unexplained symmetry and beauty which instills the human heart. Constructed from 1631-53, the Taj Mahal stands on the bank of River Yamuna in Agra, India. It is mausoleum to honour Mumtāz Mahal, the wife of Shah Jahan. Her body and that of her husband are interred in the white ornate marble enclosure.

Capturing the heart of the living….

In its symmetry, geometric patterns and filigree carvings, what is clear is that architects, mathematicians and artisans where able to draw on patterns in stimulate the human mind. A simple test of closing your eyes would induce overlapping patterns of shimmering black and white shapes. They are distorted yet uniform as a grid. May this be the key of the Taj Mahal’s beauty? Or is there more?

There has been debate over the origins of the Taj Mahal, what is known is that it has its root to Islamic architecture. But in all, it speaks of a underling unseen presence and that is of what it was conceived from; Love. The core of its truth. No other man-made structure in the world has equaled it.

Shah Jehan, between the earth and heavens, ruler of the Mughal Empire in the Indian from 1628-1658 and the architect behind the Taj Mahal.

From the watercolor drawing of the Taj Mahal above, it appears to take the shape of a seated Buddha.

 

October 26, 2007

Lion of Judah Revived

Filed under: Culture, Lion of Judah, Love, Religion, Wall Paintings — thebookmann @ 1:30 pm

Anyone can be canonized once their name is repeated in mind and spirit

A wall painting of the Lion of Judah painted on an abandon wall opened to a littered lot of land, St. James, Trinidad, West Indies. This work has been destroyed

This portrait of the Lion of Judah is a sample of the Rastafarian culture that exists in Trinidad and Tobago. The motif of the lion dates back to tribe of Judah from the doctrines written in the Old Testament. The artist has captured the animal at rest somewhere on the African plains. It is in the subtle way he has painted the lion, in the layering of the wash and detail of the mane. The care, the pureness in the rendering and respect for what it symbolizes says more about him, rather than the subject.

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A true follower of the Rastafarian faith through his music and words is the Jamaican singer, Bob Marley. The icon of the man is painted on a wall in Sea Lots, Trinidad, West Indies.

See the Lion of Judah as thebookmann header

October 5, 2007

Light in Art – Giovanni Battista Moroni

Filed under: Art, Love, Masters — thebookmann @ 12:13 am

Beauty is in the eye of beauty


The work you see before you is regarded as a Masterpiece in Western Art. This is not the loose term Trinidadians generally like to bestow onto a few of their local artists, international or otherwise, but It means a work indescribable in its execution and beauty.

This is a work by Giovanni Battista Moroni Mannerist period between 1565-70. The sitter is an arduous tailor at his working table, captured at the moment he is preparing to cut a piece of cloth with a pair of shears. painted from the

Standing behind a wooden table, he has positioned himself slightly forward and weighted. He holds the black fabric between his stocky thumb and forefingers, and with his other hand, the shears are clasped between his knuckle.

The doublet is worn close to his body, and the linen jacket reveals the droop of his chest and stomach as the garment clings to him. The fabric has embroidered lines that run towards his ruff and the folds give a sense of the weave and weight of the cloth. His burgundy coloured hose bellows beneath a thin leather belt and the hood of his codpiece is visible through the pleats of fabric. Every fine hair is noticeable from the sides of his brow and his pupils are dilated, yet strained from the incandescent candle light.

So what makes this particular painting so stunning? Not only is the young man seductively inviting, but he is looking directly at the spectator with a mannerism and posed that is chromatically charming. Like great works of art, the subject can mesmerize you where you literally stand and gaze over the painting. At every detail, at every nuance, what draws this attention? It captures the humanity. With Giovanni Battista Moroni’s painting of the unknown man, his gaze speaks With Giovanni Battista Moroni’s painting of the unknown man, his gaze speaks of a love, the connection between himself and the artist.

Moroni’s realistic depictions puts him as one of the finest portraitists of the sixteenth century. The realistic tone of the subject’s persona is rendered by the painter who can convey the nuances of their facial and physical appearance, as with this slightly wary eyed subject. Yet it is his understanding of the presence of light on a subject which can evoke layers of luminance.

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The Mannerists

Mannerism developed after The Renaissance period. One could be sceptical and say that it was a crisis period in Art. After all, The Renaissance spawned Donatello,Michelangelo, Raphael and Da Vinci. Who and what sort of work could stand in its wake? As we now know, Art never dies, it continues to express itself in exciting ways. theBookmann talks about the sensitivity of line and colour as well as the opportunity to gaze on the young man cutting cloth over and over again.

I concur that this is one of the wonderful things about Art. Art certainly can draw you in and make you emotional in ways that you are unprepared for. In this particular work, this has been made apparant. What I wondered as I looked at it, was the present day argument for photorealism. On the one hand, people enjoy and crave it and on the other, people say that you could easily take a picture instead.

This Mannerist painting shows us that although the image is extremely realistic, the painter manages to capture much more than reality. The painter captures a mood as well as a moment in time, now a history, lost to the past, yet very relevant to the future because great work never spoils. – Adele

Giovanni Battista Moroni – Tailor
c 1565-70
Oil on canvas
99.5 x 77 cm.

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