Monday, February 13, 2006

Hidden light

Blackout today, on and off, on and off, I guess the electricity company upgrading somewhere.

I hope.

On Saturday night blackout too. Me and my ma sit in we verandah because, for once, nobody ain’t switch on they generator.

The Foreignam Princess across the road ain’t at home to kill we with she squalling, bawling generator.

And I guess them neighbours to we right and to we south learn sense.

By the time they go downstairs, unlock door, go outside, open up generator room, rev up and start generator, lock up, go upstairs, sit down...the lights come on again. The last time I laugh at them Brazilian guys next door, they hear me.

Only the American lady to our left had lights…but her generator don't make even a hummmm, it quiet like cheese.

In the verandah, the breeze feel like cool, damp, black velvet on me skin.

The mosquitoes start up. That was the end of that; we come back into the house.

Only the crickets and the swish o’ cars on the main road we can hear. Even them dawgs stop they yapping.

I switch on we battery lamps. I want to read. I go to my room for my book, open my bedroom door.

A strange light in my room…a dull, silver glow, lighting a path through the east window, across my bed, to the floor.

On the edges of the light-path, I can see my bookshelf in the soft gloom, my guitar against the shelf, a chair with magazines, the clear plastic bins with craft.

I open the windows and the breeze lift them curtains and they start to dance.

And something inside me start to dance, a moon-breeze dance.

Don’t know when I ever see moonlight only in the dark...moonlight solo, no other light with it. Always some artificial light out there, erasing the light of the moon.

Maybe I use to see it when we use to get blackouts night after night, and maybe then I take it for granted. I don’t remember. This is the first time I seeing it, really seeing with all me soul.

Imagine, I think, I travel, climb Blue Moutain peak; I see ocean blue like the sky, and a building that look like sail boats, I admire marvelous fountains and paintings…

...Yet I had to come home, open a familiar, old door, look inside, to see this light that hide away, waiting for me to find it.

Blackout don't have to mean loss of consciousness...look within, look within, the moonlight say, look inside and you gon see.

40 comments:

R2K said...

Hey, welcome to blogger front page!

Bono is Brian Peppers!

Caribbean Colors said...

The moon was big that night, noh tru?

Modern Viking said...

Oh, I know what you mean... When I was cruising down the Amazon river with my love, nothing but the full moon above us... So beautiful, but so rarely do we see it on its own anymore.

Modern Viking said...

PS- Quiet like cheese? I love it!

PS2- Word verification: durdun :)

Online Degree said...

Hey, congratulations... you are a "Blog of Note"!

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Anonymous said...

looking within, to the light og God?

bacanal luva said...

fuck you..bitch

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

I say, bacanal old thing, that's a tad unnecessary, doncha think?

GG if Mike was still running POTW I'd be straight off over there to nominate this one. I agree with viking about 'quiet like cheese'. I too love the moonlight, and ached for it all the 15 years I lived in the city where the night-time was synthetic orange. This is great writing, GG, really terrific. And you're getting recognition in blogland - Bloggie nomination, Blogger front page - surely a publishing deal will follow. I've got my fingers crossed for you.

Arthur Quiller Couch said...

I love this. The imagery, the rhythms. Most of all, it gave me a picture of another part of the world. Armchair travel. Wunnerful!

Ghost Particle said...

Excellent blog! Congratulations on your mention is Blogger!

You write excellent stories.

Claire said...

That was lovely.

Quick said...

I like "moon-breeze dance."

Nice stuff.

drabhishek said...

superb !!!!!!!! once again congrats for blog of a note.

Katy Newton said...

Lovely post. What's with the anonymous people up there?

R2K said...

Thats what happens when you get on the list, so very odd people fall from the woodwork.

Brian Peppers

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Ri said...

GG,

Keep on waving that magic wand of yours - and congrats on being a Blogger of Note.

Adam said...

I really love the phrase 'quiet like cheese'! I think it's great, and logical too - you wouldn't get noisy cheese, would you?

humankind said...

very nice blog , keep going

Hayden said...

(run to fridge & open door, bend down and listen.... shhhh.... no noise coming from the cheese....)

lush and gorgeous again, GG, reading you is like taking a ride on a moonbeam, you always wisk me away from myself... and that's a very good thing indeed!

congrats on your blogger of note status!

Guyana-Gyal said...

To all the newcomers, new readers, welcome and thank you for your kind wishes, good words.

Thanks, Hayden, I'm so glad you like, I draw inspiration from where ever I can. Speaking of cheese, Aunty Marianne was harbouring an unsvaoury one, hee hee...

RI, thank you :-) Man, I'm still cracking up over JDid's 3-part story.

Katy, I dunno who that anonymous cusser is but it upset me :-(

Quick, would you believe, I thought of you and your gal dancing in the rain :-D

Thanks Zin, you're a pal, really lovely. Thanks for the encouragement.

Bacanal, I don't know who you are, or what I wrote to upset you. Sorry, bro. Or sis, whoever you are. One love.

Haha, Viking, I just remembered this...when my nephew was 1 year old, he kept pointing to the full moon, asking his mum, "What that? What that?" She'd say, "It's the moon." But he kept asking, "What that?" She got fed up and said, "It's The Big Cheese." He said, "Oh."

Mystic moon, Caribbean. I loved your photo.

patita said...

this is beautiful... brings me back to times of blackouts and when you suddenly realize that something was missing only when you accidently find it again.

marisol said...

THAT WAS TOUCHING, KEEP IT UP!

I LOVE LOOKING AT THE MOON WHEN THERES TOTAL DARKNESS, MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE, LIKE LIFE GREAT!! WHEN I WAS LITTLE I ALWAYS WONDERED IF IT WAS MADE OUT OF CHEESE! LOL, IV'E ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE WHAT THE MOON LOOKED LIKE FROM SPACE, TOO BAD I'M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!!!!

Jdid said...

amen!

Robin said...

"Cool, damp, black velvet on me skin", oh you wonderful word painter you!
Oh and 'bacanal luva' GROW UP!

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JSilverman said...

Guyana,

I enjoyed reading your thoughts. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future. Have you ever thought about getting published? I think you should check out the Author House, www.authorhosue.com. Also if you get the chance I would be delighted if you read something that I've been working on. It's still not complete but I would greatly appreciate your feedback it's at jsilverman9.blogspot.com. Thanks.

JSilverman said...

Guyana,

I enjoyed reading your thoughts. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future. Have you ever thought about getting published? I think you should check out the Author House, www.authorhosue.com. Also if you get the chance I would be delighted if you read something that I've been working on. It's still not complete but I would greatly appreciate your feedback it's at jsilverman9.blogspot.com. Thanks.

Braidwood said...

wow, that was beautiful.

Jawjah said...

My first visit to a blog, and I think I've struck gold! What imagery! What a pictures you paint with your words! I am transported to a new place. I'm jealous...but very happy that you have such a gift. Keep on keepin' on, despite the foul-mouthed wannabe's. Don't pay them any mind.

Anonymous said...

I just happened onto your blog and realized it was a blog of note. Congratulations!!! I loved reading your writing. It is transporting.

Keep up the good work.

Cindy

Mad Bull said...

Yu really large fi true... wikid post, GG...

cream said...

Gigi, I think you caused a blackout in the blogging world cos some funny creatures have crawled out of the woodwork!
Keep it up, girl! You're doing great with the moon-breeze dance!

Guyana-Gyal said...

Moon-breeze is the only way to go on a dark night, Cream. In the tropics. Funny creatures heehee.

Me glad you like, MB.

Hi Cindy, Jawjah [Jamaican?], Silverman, Braidwood, Torrado, Niko, Marisol, Patita...welcome. And thank you :-)

Don't be upset, Robin.

JDid, amen to your 3 part post, man, that was really really good!

Aunty Marianne said...

Quiet like most cheese, indeed, but that did make me laugh!

I shall make sure all generators I buy for aid from now on are 'quiet like cheese'. It shall be in the Technical Specifications.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Heh, Marianne, that cheese in your car was LOUD!

Zee said...

Only last night I was reminiscing, about the moon streaming down on us while we were out on our veranda late at night and feelin' the cool sea breeze. This was in Corentyne where most people did not have electricity so it was dark enough to enjoy the night in
it’s true self. Like I said before you take me right back home. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

your a romantic i see.