Back in day aka the 80’s I use to vigorously submit poetry to be published in different journals and/or publications. I use to write a lot of poetry. Use to…. For woteva reason I’ve stopped… Every now and then something comes to mind, but I fail to write it down and so poof…its lost to even myself.
Use to be…. operative word here….use to…. I think we all use to do something alot at one point or another and now “for woteva reason” not do it anymore. Maybe thats dictated by where we are in life. Where we are mentally at least… Or maybe it is cause of ones mentalness…
So I was trashing some stuff. Trying to unclutter dee clutterrrrr and I found this book. Its put out by UH, Bamboo Ridge 29 aka Hawaii Writer’s Quarterly circa 1985. It made me laugh.
You would too if you looked on page 38. My piece & name is in their. My last name is misspelled but hey, I even do that so its cool.
It made me laugh because I remember when I got my “2 free copies” I read my piece thinking - wow I have arrived - I was published in Hawaii! Whooopteeedeeedooo I was stoked yeah.
Anden I proceeded to read Rodney Morales’ story DAYBREAk OVER HALEAKALA/HEARTBREAK MEMORIES. I loved dat story and hoped somebody would make it a movie wit an all LOCAL cast, da haole person being played by one Pordagee. You know what I mean. I saw this story as being on the big screen. I love Rodney Morales writing. He was teaching English at UH at da time, don’t know if he still deya. But regardless I like his stories. He wrote dis one story, I no can rememba da title BUT he wrote it as if he was the female, and it inspired me to write a story from a male perspective. BUT I digress….
I read da Daybreak story and was so impressed dat I got kinda got shamed out yeah. My own insecurities, totally. But here was this awesome story could be screenplay on da big screen…..anden my piece:
AULD LANE: LATE SIXTIES
A deadend street sits silent
even in its waking hours.
Once teenage high school dropouts
hung out talking story.
They passed the time away
after taking bread from the bakery.
One day a dog bit this Samoan guy
and the Samoan guy bit the dog back.
The guys from Auld Lane are all grown up now
some of them successful, some of them not.
Funny yeah. I don’t hardly even remember wot inspired me to write this piece. Had to be something from high school days, I think somebody told me this story; who, what, when, where I have no recollection. A vague memory…………..*L*
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June 2nd, 2007 at 6:55 am
I love dat poem!!! I can just picture it… just like you wrote it, even tho I neva dea.
U should write moa poetry, girl.
June 3rd, 2007 at 8:48 am
Eh, try go hea. Has one article about Morales’ story, among oddas.
http://scholar.lib.vt.edu/ejournals/ALAN/winter96/benton.html
June 3rd, 2007 at 6:09 pm
Hooo da real scholarly kine reading dat…. Do I need to write a review of da review, I felt like college da kine…..lol
Speed of Darkness is one good book. Before reading Rodnye Morales & Lois Yamanaka, I neva tawt dey made books/stories in pidgin la dat. Plus its good literarture, its not junkalunka stuff.
It bugs me when “main stream” writers write about “it bothers them that even in 1994 blah blah blah…still get da racial stuff going on” ~ as EEFF mainland no moe da kine….as how you know as one straight up da kine, notn-ethnic person.
Haoles/Caucasions/Whites/Anglos (all of the above) in Hawaii experience what Locals experience amoung dominate society (49 states) . So wot… so Hawaii is bad; den go back mainland. hehehe