Lawrence; *Off Topic*
<<Perhaps I'm perverse>> Has there ever been any doubt?<G>
<<In any case, I couldn't help but think one thing whilst reading your prose: Conrad's Heart of Darkness.>>
You may have something. I have read it twice and much of Maugham and Kipling. I just finished "Moon and Sixpence" in fact. You cannot live here and not be drawn into the stories of early white involvement here. Now, when I think of "Heart of Darkness" I cannot help but think of Coppola's incredible revision of the story in "Apocalypse Now". To me Asia has a very real poignancy about it that is inescapable.
Let me further entertain you with a poem of my origin:
Twilight Kempong
Hock Choon grunted under the weight
But, as he had for most of his years,
The skinny old man lifted it
to the bycycle and then climbing on
pedaled off to the place
Where he emptied it, but to retrace
His steps again tommorow
Mei Mei smiled her rueful grin and
Said, "that old man, does no harm."
"He's gruff but fair" she seemed to sing
I smiled to hear the song,
As she turned and slid the coins
In the cool dark depths of her sarong.
I wiped my forehead and cast a gaze
To the red ball sun through cooking fire haze,
Hung low over the waves that were turning more blue.
That same sun that, throughout my day,
Had scalded my neck as I cursed it then,
Now I watched, and said farewell to him,
a bit sadly, while Mei Mei murmured in the shadows.
Best,
Stitch
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