Reading, Writing, Pondering: Big Life Themes, Literature, Contemporary/Historical Issues |
On the play, 3 scenes, 6 pages. Into Act Three, but I expect some of the scenes in Act Two will need to be reversed into Act One, so I will actually at this point still be in Act Two. Had company all day (the grandkids's stepgrandmother) and because of that, spent the day outside reading and listening to her. Finally finished a library book but that means it's now 9 PM and I'm still over 1000 words short of my 2500/day. Just to get in the mood of the play (and upcoming novel Book Three of The Yoruba Series, which will be closely based on the events and characters of the play OBAX AND THE NIGHT-RIDERS here is a portion of my 2008 poem, which is quoted in part a few times in the play, as the Night-Riders' motto: “The Confederacy Never Died {The Pendulum’s Swing} Hey, fellow! You know the Confederacy never really died? No! It never ended, Just buried deep Down in the clay it’s waiting (chuckles) Waiting-the form and the beliefs And yes-all the important men involved: Lee and Davis Calhoun and Stephens Stonewall and JEB Oh, yes They’re all there you know Waiting And you know why? Because they know! They know the Confederacy never really died! (The Pendulum Swings) Deep in the Bedrock of Southern Soil lies The heart of the Confederacy Buried deep beneath Southern Skies True to heart and true to right Wandering through the Endless Night Our day will come One day will come And the South is gone rise again (The Pendulum Swings)” Here's the poem in its completion:
“The Confederacy Never Died {The Pendulum’s Swing} Hey, fellow! You know the Confederacy never really died? No! It never ended, Just buried deep Down in the clay it’s waiting (chuckles) Waiting-the form and the beliefs And yes-all the important men involved: Lee and Davis Calhoun and Stephens Stonewall and JEB Oh, yes They’re all there you know Waiting And you know why? Because they know! They know the Confederacy never really died! (The Pendulum Swings) Deep in the Bedrock of Southern Soil lies The heart of the Confederacy Buried deep beneath Southern Skies True to heart and true to right Wandering through the Endless Night Our day will come One day will come And the South is gone rise again (The Pendulum Swings)” Po’ white, trash white, lookin’ down, Step on backs of black and brown. Call selves better, call selves right. Must have someone to step on tonight. Southern economy built on pain Righteous might wreaks gain from pain Bottom of the totem Black and brown Just above them po’ and trash Beyond them stand middle-class And then Upscale masters Them’s rule it all Buried in the bedrock Pitch as night South’s gone rise again As well it might (The Pendulum Swings) Bigots black and bigots white, Bigots wrong and those not right, Always argue always fight, Never see what is or right. Never forward, always back. Never future, always past. Never work, but always laze Always critical and never praise Never future, always past. In this one thing they right The South IS gone rise again As well it might. (The Pendulum Swings) |