In consideration that there are a few folk that know the where-abouts of this bloogey deal, and might just stop by to read the Nocturina/Memorae/Fireclowns bits; in the interest of keeping things mostly straight (and to assure friends that Brother Po is not some on sort of desolate boy tour, a'grieved by anything and/or everything that passes by), the bonus prize of reading this is that you do get it and know something about a story-line of mine-- still in the developmental stages.
The Nocturina (a botched & mismatched version of latin), literal translation being the night's instrument (musically speaking). In the stories themselves, night music... the instrument in this particular case being the voices of the damned. The poetry here is only a representation of one of those voices (not Po's. I really can't sing for shit anymore-- smoking is is bhad, uhm-kay. Yes, "South Park" is another one of my bad habits). Only some of those voices were ever human, but most the characters in the stories themselves are... for a little while leastwise.
That is not to say these things have no part of "I" within them, save to say I tend to write in some heavy camouflage. Poetry tending to have the "I" focus most of the time as of late; I am actually more content that you never really see the "me" in anything I write. Though I may draw some inspiration or small part from this, that or them that is real-- there are only a few places in this world that...
"Memorae seems almost the same".
Being a surrealistic writer by deliberate design, I am from put off when folk take/make their own interpretations of anything I have written. However, the real point in this departure from the story/poetry is to ease a few minds of those that (for whatever reason, as in there are more than one among the concerned) may be concerned with my well being/current mood-state.
There are also people that are debilitated by depression, anxiety-- and various other mood affective disorders, which I do not care to make light of. (I know some of them, whether personally or that I have worked with them in my MHT days. Given that, I do no wish to misrepresent myself as one of them.) Still, I am a more mischievious/playful than morose sort, and that this bloogey deal is seriously lacking from any of that more silly side of me should more likely be taken that I am in the middle of writing something horror/dark fantasy-ish (which I love to write, and that tends to be about as personal as it gets. I grew up watching/reading horror stories.) and not that I am down-hearted.
That being near enough to an apology, let's drive on.
Consider this an open invitation to anyone who finds this and cares to put a voice to The Nocturina to play along if they'd like. (No, I will not "borrow" from anyone's writings for any part of my own gain, which a cardinal/mortal/and very-very bad & evil-shit sin in my world) I would enjoy reading anybody's take on this, and I will (obviously) share a few of my own here.
I hope all is well, and as ever-- peace.
Po
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i'm not sure how to attack this ... perhaps my skills are a bit weak for trying such? i do like your creation here though ... much much enjoyed!
You know my take on these writes as well as all the other things that you mentioned . Having said that . I think I will have to sit down soon and conjure up the darker forces in me and add a bit to this ( so to speak )
~smiles at you~
You say peace and in the end I can do nothing but agree :)
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