Friday 31 August 2012

DOMINO EFFECT



The talk began- Mark said we should write a book filled with these odd poems- his reasoning: there must be other people in the world as secretly sinister and as equally eccentric as us...

When we first talked about it, it seemed like quite the distant dream (okay, sorry I'll stop with the alliteration, it's just too tempting. ahem) but the more Mark thought of it, the more it became a realistic, tangible project...

This was WAY back in late April, if memory serves me right, which it often never does... And so we decided that once we survived the trails and tribulations of fourth year, we could plot and plan to our heart's content :)

In June, a beautiful and extremely talented group of friends took a well-deserved trip to Annecy for the annual animation festival. Needless to say, shenanigans ensued. Mark and I began writing out a few other rhymes which were now wading through the brain mush, reaching out to the light.. (they had previously been cowering in a secluded corner of said brain(s) trying to keep well out of the way of the fourth year frenzy. Luckily, they had managed to remain as alive as they possibly could.) A few unrelated lines had also been wandering lost in the maze, unscathed, initially believed to be too useless and insignificant to be given any attention. However, as it was a case of matter over mind this time, we wrung our brain juices out and managed to jot down a few rhymes.

As the above mentioned madness unravelled, Tom, between glasses of smelly French wine, tore the sketchbook out of my gnarled hands and in a matter of a few seconds scribbled down two poems.
As Mark and I read them back we realised- Tom would put us out of business and so, in everyone's best interest, we joined forces.



Nur

THE UNCONVENTIONAL GENESIS




It all actually did been on a dark and stormy night. I (Ameena) was steeling myself to walk back home from Mark's flat ... Before I had stepped into the horrifying rain and wind, Mark had been (hopefully) joking about someone putting a person in a bin.

Being a Class 'A' scaredy cat and annoyingly polite lady I asked nicely if he would be so kind as to refrain from subjecting me to such oddities. He agreed to do so, but little did I know he was biding his time, waiting till I was out in the afore mentioned unfriendly weather to send me the following rhyme:

So very pretty
So very cute
Let's see how you look
Going down a bin chute
Don't refuse my advances
For I'm sure you'll agree
Love is much stronger
When you're dumped out to sea

Such a rhyme obviously deserved a fitting response and respond I did:

Alas your love
I cannot but refuse
For there is no love
Being pushed down a bin chute
I'm now out at sea
Where the tide is rough
My like your love
(Our relationship's tough)
I cannot blame you
I am at fault
I should have listened
When my mother said, "Halt!"
But naturally I insisted
To stand out on the the curb
This poor girl once for sail
Is now only good for sail...ing
Around the world



Now, if you knew Mark, you could be sure that somewhere in his dangerous brain, an idea was slowly but surely hatching...



Nur