December 20, 2007...5:44 pm
Two Poems - Suicide bomber and A dilemma
by Bolongo Katayama:
Suicide Bomber
Strapped in detonators
nose clogged by the stench of
Blood and vengeance.
I march to my altar.
God needs blood!
And so do the gods
in lomos and underground shelters.
Standing, in the crowd of humanless humans
I plunge into nothingness.
A sacrificial goat or an Abraham’s son?
A moment of redemption!
The Splinters of my body, blood and metals
will seethe your tranquil slumbers.
Sacrifice and terror will make it meaningful.
But one last pray!
Hail O, gods!
Benefactors of chaos, fire and sacrifice,
I’m ready for my turn!
***************
A Dilemma
Finding the right glasses.
For the imagery is blurring
and the optician is of no help!
He offers some,
They sharpen the view,
obliterating the distant.
Lo! I need to see the whole!
Try these, It may help.
Ah! the kaleidoscope
of swirling mirage of colors and dreams
.
Lo! It divorces the real!
In a fix!
He offers some more.
Oh! concocted lies of fascinating, inexplicable chaos!
Profusing, simulating, encompassing.
Others blind,
Purple butterflies, swirling mystical blotches
Expanding and contracting!
Lo! I need to see the whole!
‘Only the ‘Indifference’ can help,
He shouts.
And I walk out empty handed–
“Bolongo is a man of science , smitten by the radical humanities. A conscious being who writes with extreme sensibility in which existential anguish merges with the social being to create an ecstatic awareness of the problems of Reality and Realization, Perception and Representation.The discovery that black and white , presence and absence are just the issues of context ; The drive to break this contextual boundary in him appears to Derridian but with a remarkable originality. He plays with words with great ease, the result is usually a brilliant exchange between the Self and the Being—”
12 Comments
December 21, 2007 at 12:50 am
I am in love with both of these, especially the first one. I am really political, and ’suicide bomber’ needs to be read by people. People who commit suicide terrorism might be a bit crazy, but they have their reasoning for it, and i think you display it perfectly.
December 24, 2007 at 11:34 am
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December 25, 2007 at 8:09 pm
second one..A Dilemma… is really good :). but thr he walks out empty handed… good finish…and, bolongo!! i could’nt get the first one clearly…
u knw angreazi 
December 25, 2007 at 9:11 pm
Everything you create is the work of a true creative genius. You dont need tools, instruments or training! Words are all yours! The way you inhale and exhale words, live in them and with them, truly fascinates me. You gave words to my ‘mystical blotches’ n ‘purple butterflies’! What more can i say bolongo. i like the changes you made to both the poems except the added words ‘empty handed’ to the last line of ’suicide bomber’. I think ‘empty handed’ was too obvious in ‘AND i walk out’. And i know you will understand my point better if you have noticed that i have quoted ‘and’ in block letters. The introduction to Bolongo and his poetry is very well written. But more words to praise words! Not bolongo’s style! And to divide bolongo into self and being! Oh Mann!
December 25, 2007 at 10:09 pm
Everything that comes out of Bolongo’s pen is the work of a true creative genius. Bolongo doesn’t require any tools, instruments or training in poetry or prose!
Words are all yours Bolongo! The way you inhale and exhale words, live in words, through words and with words, truly fascinates me! You gave words to my ‘mystical blotches’ and ‘purple butterflies’!
…………………………………………
The Splinters of my body, blood and metals
will seethe your tranquil slumbers.
Sacrifice and terror will make it meaningful.
But one last pray!
Hail O, gods!
Benefactors of chaos, fire and sacrifice,
I’m ready for my turn!
……………………………………………..
I have read these poems many times and i hv the same old words of praise to offer this time too!
Remarkable Bolongo! What more can I say! You are always extraordinary yet too ordinary! Real yet unreal!
I really like the changes you made to both the poems…. Except the added words ‘empty handed’ to the last line of the poem ‘a dilemma’. I think ‘empty handed’ is too obvious in ‘AND i walk out’ And i think you will understand my point better if you have noticed that i hv quoted ‘and’ in block letters.
I want to say that the introduction to Bolongo and his poems is very apt, very well written. More words to praise words! Waht do you say Bolongo! Not your style, right!
And Sire! To divide Bolongo into Self and Being! OHH MANN!
Bolongo would love this and Bolongo would hate this!
December 26, 2007 at 7:08 pm
WOW…………………….could not understand A dilemna but still it was good.
December 27, 2007 at 10:19 am
@Miss Salahuddin
Thank you very much for sharing your insight. It lovely to have you here.
I do take the full responsibility of writing the intro, thanks for your kind words. Please dont consider my remarks as “dividing” Bolongo into Self and being, rather , its his awareness of this dichotomy i wanted to stress . This divide he wants to break, they break him into, two, into many, he sees it, he is whole but he is not “seen” as whole, it doesnt “feel” as whole
if you catch him anywhere ask him to write some thing more for us—
Cheers
Happy Holidays
January 1, 2008 at 4:48 pm
i always had this doubt bout u….. i thot u had this talent may be u know the talent of writting stuff…..but hell yeahhhhhhhh man wat is this….. awesome yara too gud marvelous kahin se maari hai ya apni hai…. [:)] couldnt beleive k tu ne likhi hai…. mindblowin yara keep writting such stuff okay….. u are actually gud…..
hurrrrraaayyyyyy hooOO00oo clapping chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk….
January 6, 2008 at 6:09 pm
i am under the spell of these lines
“i march to my altar.
God needs blood!
And so do the gods”
Feeling these words,better to say sentiments
rather than just words. i thougt reality whispring that is going to be heard sooner or later.
nice !!!
March 4, 2008 at 8:05 pm
acha =D
shabash
i juss gawt da furst one buh da second one was *ehm ehm* outta ma understandin level
next tyme ryte about john cena or randy orton or da great khali or ne wrestler u admire =D
it ll be fun
an wa does “so do the gods” mean
yeh bhee samajh nahee aya
haha
May 22, 2008 at 10:12 am
In lieu of your work..
Light shudders bring along the filth of guilt,
the stumbling growth of one’s halo,
having to outlive yet another life.
Drenched in his own froth, crawls still he,
for the victory over another rules..it fuckin rules..
The stench of humans,
the beauty of death.
The sweet cynic laughs,
tickled by her dreams of paradise,
fended by her ignorant thoughts,
bites the bones, wishing they bled..
Yet another soul who dares to blaspheme free will..
This world will live..
Will live until another man dies,
dies to be born again,
born to breed cradles of haemofilth,
Wonders He, if we were his first mistake..
June 30, 2008 at 12:30 pm
I really appreciate the comments and feedback from you people.
@shaheryar Ali, thanks for your generous remarks and considerations.
@ambreen salahuddin, what can I say about her. Its my pleasure to have her comments, she herself is a wonderful poet. Her acute observation coupled with her creative genius makes her poetry resonate with mastery of language over emotions.
@ISHQ,Muzio,Bukht and Mystery: I value your feedback.
@Satura: Nice phrases, I can see the continuation of theme in those lines.
@ Yaqoob: Thanks for your comments!
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