Writer, Musician, Poet, Academic
31 May 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: angel fish, Saint Lucia, snorkeling, tourists
Saint Lucia
(An Epic)
IV
We Tourists
A bus ride a boat ride bus ride garden and waterfall lunch bus ride bubbling mud in a Sulphur
scar in the greenery
a boat ride snorkeling
Yellow and black vertical striped small angel fish
Grey and blue long horizontal stripes bigger fish
Blue sparkly-headed average sized fish
Black spiked balls on the bottom with brain coral and waving sea fans
Bus ride to the resort
All programmed timed and portioned out.
30 May 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: colonization, dance, imperialism, poetry, Rasta, resort, Saint Lucia
Saint Lucia
(An Epic)
III
Perceptions of a New Nation’s Identity
450 years of being colonized
Only sovereign 39 years
Who is Saint Lucia?
Gruff unsmiling locals
Are they unhappy, resentful?
Left over from imperialist exploitation?
Half-Indigenous, half British
But servant class-servant race
Imposed
Private, very private affection shielded from tourists
Gruff, but with breaks of personality, of endearment
Moderate beginning growing familiarity with the Island and the Resort’s locals
After dinner the band played everybody danced smiled
Tourists staff and housekeeping smiles
The resort power outage and on again and off and on during a rainstorm
I asked everybody all day where Nick the Rasta Man was
Nick came up to us at lunch
I asked Nick the Rasta Man to make me two bracelets in the same pattern as the chokers I bought
Later, bringing them, Nick sat at our table and talked with us for a while
All grows on me as the Island-a wild Island-begins to grow on me
Where will Saint Lucia be in 10 years?
28 May 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: hotel, poetry, Saint Lucia, time, travel
Over the next 5 days I will be posting:
Saint Lucia
(An Epic)
It is an extended poem in 5 sections, about my first visit to Saint Lucia. To make the post manageable, I will not post the whole poem at once, but will do it one section a day. This day’s post is the departure and trip to Saint Lucia.
Saint lucia
(An Epic)
I
Departure
Home and the family farm
And the departure and the road and travel and time
Anticipation and passing time
Music and the road and a little writing
Travelling and time
And music in the truck and a little talking and a nap
Time and travelling
The overnight hotel by the airport
The swimming pool after dinner
Reclining in our room before sleeping
Fire in the control tower
And we waited for the plane’s push-back
Take-off delayed an hour
And boredom and anticipation
And sitting 37,000 feet above the Atlantic
And time and iPod headphones
An hour, hours, another hour
Two ours left “Time’s going fast,” Carol said
And strains of Bach’s Cello Suite #6
And a little writing
Half nodding off and nodding off
Landing, immigration, customs
A new world, tropical
Saint Lucia
David Fekete 