rhythm not rhyme
poetics fa'asamoa are
a rush of blood to the head
whether the mind, manaia,
masisi, it matters not, our poetics
tatau, malu, pe'a pages; mind,
manaia, masisi clean & pure,
poetics scratching, tapping,
tatau, malu, pe'a skins of paper -
poetics fa'asamoa: clean & pure
glossary: fa'asamoa - the samoan way, manaia - penis, masisi - clitoris
© Fa`afetai Ta`ase. 16th December 2008.
her oil glistened dance, a slow circular grace,
her se'e step: the love chains at fa'asamoa's ankles,
picking taro from vege crates at inkia's store, her
fingers searching for sunlit memories on a grey day,
her se'e staggered at the inkia's door, her coins ready
to slip from her grasp, a se'e graced the checkerboard
vinyl of inkia's store, paid for her fa'asamoa, smiled,
and left clutching her bag of brown paper, out, into the
grey day.i could see her light from the car.
taupou: she who is given the honour of dancing solo for her village
© Fa`afetai Ta`ase. Friday 19th December 2008.
art imitates life
he cradled his playscript, his wife's soliloquy memorised:
'attention must be paid', it the was class set, for every one, every year;
open the cover, the school stamp, listed the class casts over the years;
'find your family name - bring it back home - like father like son';
'remember sis - our family name - pay attention - and we won't
spin our wheels'; he signed under Arthur Miller's name:
pp. willie biff happy loman, mrs. loman's man.
© Fa`afetai Ta`ase. 20th December 2008.
New Zealand Is A Polynation
Hey Daughters of the Hibiscus
Sons of the Sea and Sand.
Remember the old plantation
That we worked with the sweat of our hand.
Caressing Life at our fingertips
Land that was our families
And forever Ours
Do you remember.?
Here, our home, our land, is not ours.
It belongs to: the mortgage
the finance company
the housing corp
the debt collectors
It belongs to a thousand pieces of paper.
But it's ours too.until a better place comes along.
Do you understand?
Here, my father works in the shadow
Of the flashing arclight and thus said he:
Open Wide The Books
Learn How To Earn The Bucks Everyday
Learn How To Do It - The Palagi Way.
So, what now.?
I know who we were
I know who we want to be
But who are we now?
Is there an answer.
Daughters of the Hibiscus
Sons of the Sea?
For the Sons of Todds
And the Daughters of the Late night Cleaning
All I hear is silence.
glossary: arclight - welder's torch, its flash and glow dancing on metal; Todds - the local car assembly plant here in my home town - it closed down years back.
©Fa`afetai Ta`ase. 1986.