Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Poem / Poetry: When Will You?

When Will You

You left them to rot
You vile and cantankerous lot
Nary a word nor a backward glance
But rather a laugh as they fell upon the lance
Of despair.
Woe onto you who did not truly care!

While they struggled in the mire
You reveled with your squires
Got drunk and sluggard on your fame
And let them go to pot? For shame!

What happened to your decency?
And so called sense of charity?
Where to went the “human”
In humanity?

You talk about change, for a better future
Yet you lie content in your stupor.
You dance in merriment on the graves of their misfortune
Only committing to the cause when for you it’s opportune.

When will you be colour-blind and cast aside your disdain?
When will you help them self affirm, alleviate the death/debt strain?
Don’t leave them to worry:
*Where have all the good people gone?”

Pray tell, when will you open your heart and allow this Nation to move on?

©2011 (ad infinitum)  

With the following attribution: * Use of song title by courtesy of singer/songwriter/musician Sam Roberts (and band).

Saturday, July 17, 2010

(mini) Movie Review: Inception

Am I awake?... Or am I dreaming?   

Recently saw Inception (starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Joseph Gordon-Levitt & young Canadian actress Ellen Page) and can't "wake" (I mean "wait") to see it again! 

One word: "Brilliant"!

"Astounding", even. 

With suspense, thrills and action, definitely makes you "consciously think" as you watch. 

I've read some comparing it to The Matrix and Vanilla Sky. For me it was less Matrix, more Dark City-esque! That is to say, in terms cinematographic mood and feel, not plot, as this plot was truly original.

The ending of this film, left me feeling similar to that of Shutter Island's ... with more questions than answers and wanting more.

Eye openingly Brilliant! 

Would indeed, "dream" of seeing it again! 

"Tattoo" Poem, published.

I know this is a bit after the fact (but I was preoccupied and hence did not get a chance to send it out sooner).
My poem Tattoo was published in the June, premiere edition of Dark Eye Glances. Said poem can be read here: .
This is my first "official" publication (as opposed to say a contribution). I signed an author agreement and everything, giving them 1st publishing rights.

I invite you all to read the poem and give feedback on their FB page:

(As per that which is written on their website, re: "Readers are also welcome to submit recommendations for specific poets and poetry. We want to know what our readers like so we can offer them more.")

Next year, my poem, among those from others submitted throughout the year, will be considered for inclusion in the 2011 "Dark Eye Glances" anthology.

The anthology will be in print (and for sale on book shelves). More on that when the time comes.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Poem : Empty Rooms

This piece was written some time ago in the mid to late 2000's.

And there are three associations a/o attributions to it:

1) It is based on a/o inspired by the opening chapter of the novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick (which was later adapted as the basis of the movie Blade Runner starring Harrison Ford)

2) It also has a picture associated with it of the same name. That picture also being one of my own, seen > Here!

3) It is in dedication to my grandmother (Eulalie DeFreitas Edwards) who passed back in 2002.

 GrandMother (younger)

Empty Rooms


The voices, faint like ghosts, are trapped
In these empty rooms, like memories of long ago
dimmed and precious.
We hear them in the void of silence.
Resonating off the walls like echoes.

Whose are these voices? And from how long ago?
We may never in this lifetime know.
We can only imagine as we stand transfixed,
Straining our ears to hear the words or the laughter
Peeling like the paint and plaster.

These empty rooms across the world,
A world that is no more than this
An empty room with traces of presence.

 ©2011 (ad infinitum)                                                                                      

                                                                                                      GrandMother (older)

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Poem: Mr. Mojo Risin'

The following is in dedication to and for any of those familiar with The Doors a/o Jim Morrison.
This piece will be self explanatory to any Doors fan, but for those who are not that familiar, there’s the breakdown at the bottom after the poem.

Mr. Mojo Risin’

        He was a rider on the storm
Waxed poetic, yet misunderstood.
And though he loved her madly
Still, his life, she took.

Here was an unknown soldier
ed by an L.A.Woman.
While at a whiskey bar he whispered to her
Hello I love you… wanna be your backdoor man.”

You should have seen,
how she lit his fire.
With her stronger-than-dirt desire.
How she loved him two times and more.

But those were strange days indeed,
For soon, his own door would close.
And gaie Paris would see,
What was to be,
The End...

of Mr. Mojo Risin'                                        

©2011 (ad infinitum)  


Note all song titles are from The Doors music:
- "Mr. Mojo Risin'" is an anagram for the name Jim Morrison.

- "He was a rider on the storm", song title Riders on the Storm.

- "Waxed Poetic" refers to Jim as An American Poet a.k.a The Lizard King.

- "though he loved her madly", song title Love Her Madly.

- "He was an unknown soldier", song title The Unknown Soldier.

- "Touched by", song title “Touch Me.

- " an L.A. Woman",song title “L.A. Woman.”

- "at a whiskey bar he whisphered", song title Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar).

- "Hello I love you", song title Hello I Love you.

- " wanna be your backdoor man" refers to song title Backdoor Man.

- "how she lit his fire", song Light my Fire.

- " stronger than dirt" refers to a phrase Jim whispers at the very end of the song Touch Me.

- " she loved him two times", song title Love me two times.

- "strange days indeed", song title Strange Days.

- Paris (here pronounced “Pari”), where Jim spent his final days. He is buried at the Père Lachaise Cemetery. The largest and most famous cemetery in the city of Paris.

- "The end of", song title The End.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Movie Review: GravyTrain

**Warning - This post may contain spoilers**

So I interrupt the general themed posts (of poetry and prose) of this blog, to bring you all a little movie review. (Review on Kyle Schmid as Lance Dancaster in GravyTrain redirects > Here!)

The film in question? It's called GravyTrain.  

GravyTrain is a retro (think 70's) style indie Canadian comedy by the same twosome, April Mullen and Tim Doiron, who made the other indie gem Rock, Paper, Scissors: The Way of the Tosser.

The film centers around Gypsy Creeks #1 cop Charles "Chuck" GravyTrain (played by Doiron) and his new partner Ms. Uma Booma (played by Mullen), as they go on the hunt in and around Gypsy Creek, for the elusive Jimmy Fish Eyes, who had killed Chuck's father several years before. Of course several obstacles seem to get in the way of catching the elusive killer, including the fact that many of the potential leads, themselves end up victims of The Fish, begging the question "Where's the Fish?" (or even more so "Who IS the Fish?")

The film had a beautiful aesthetic about it, both in sound and cinematography.

Beginning with its look in the way in which it was shot (using Red One camera technology) amplifying, the sharp detail of, for example, the black and white in the opening sequence, to the funky, grainy retro feel of the soft pastel colours in the clothing and decor, to the kaleidoscopic FX in Chuck's psychedelic dream trip.

GravyTrain was alive with beautifully contrasting visuals, the essence of which was not lost on this amateur photographer. And the selection of groovy tunes from the day helped to compliment the overall I feel like I'm there, baby! feel.

Personally, I found GravyTrain, to be a hoot!

A slapstick, tongue-in-cheek comedy, which, much like the actors there in, doesn't take itself too seriously.
Some parts had me laughing hard, even to tears with the unexpected one liners and outlandish scenes.

And, maybe it's just me, but there still seems to be "a mystery" surrounding a certain "shadowy figure" at the Devil's Pitch Fork bar? I can surely see this having a sequel or more in the genre.

I loved the original, trippy, campy, silly nature of GravyTrain, tied together by the plot and whodunit mystery, which kept me guessing right until the "big catch".

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Poem: Montréal, Mon Chéri

As promised, from my previous post, here is the poem Montréal, Mon Chéri (as is also featured on my Deviant page)

                        Photo: Montreal's Old Port area w/ Bon Secours Market in distance.
     Photo property of Sonika Edwards ©2010. All rights Reserved.

In appreciation of my Montreal residing friends (and those who used to reside here), in dedication to this City we love and call home !

Montréal, Mon Chéri

Ah Mont Réal, my Montréal!
To tell the truth
Today makes 6 years since I first discovered you,
And your pulsating presence.

The love/hate relationship
That I have with you
Is nothing new.
Saints and sinners
Residing under one "Royal" roof
Holds the proof
Of your allure.

You entice with your joie de life.
You entice with your sly, yet sweet come hither smile.
Then you steal away inspiration for months on end, for months and a day.

Held captive by your seductive summers,


And your bustling inner city vibe.
Radiating with colours and


Of urban, latin, jazz, rock, reggae...
In a state of barely there, almost undress sway.

Then suddenly, inspiration you'd return in some unique style.

Perhaps on a warm, neon bright night on St. Catherine or St. Laurent street,
Or when some fille or gar catches the eye.

Inspiration, come when may.
Perhaps from your eclectic cultural array.
Mmmm... such a mouth watering, cosmopolitan flavour to savour.

To close the eyes, indulge the senses and wrap ones' tongue,

And, your lethargic white winters,
Bundled up outside.

Or, better yet
Under the covers,
Hopefully, with a lover.
Keeping warm.
Sometimes six months of cold can seem so. Very. Long...

An unassuming island innocence,
Has almost all been erased
Par ta belle décadence.

Mon amour, loving you, c'est mon plaisir.

Montréal, Mon Chéri!
You are, by far,
La Cité.

©2011 (ad infinitum)  

6 yrs - refers to when poem was originally written, back in 2006
Gar - short for "garcon" (boy)
Par ta belle decadence - by your beautiful decay