today’s offering, and i have finished it today – hoorah! luckily for me it was a short one – a landay, which was an education and a joy for me to learn about today – there is a link to a gorgeous article here about them and the afghan tradition of their place in poetry – http://www.poetryfoundation.org/media/landays.html
a landay is a 22 syllable poem in 2 lines, the first has 9 syllables the 2nd 13. they can rhyme, or not… the form is from afghanistan, often composed in secret and not written but spoken… they can be humourous, sly, wry or deply sad… the landays are traditionally sung to the backing of a hand drum… they can be bawdy or witty but also share a truth about “war, separation, homeland, grief, or love”… here is mine –
westerners think we are civilised
but women are disposable behind our dead eyes
wonder what tune i would sing this to?
i also thought it relevant to share a piece of fairly recent-ish graffiti from round my neck of the woods, which is a protest verse or song from 1764… oh yes, we have class round here…
the rest of the verses are as follows:
The law demands that we atone
When we take things we do not own
But leaves the lords and ladies fine
Who take things that are yours and mine.
The poor and wretched don’t escape
If they conspire the law to break;
This must be so but they endure
Those who conspire to make the law.
The law locks up the man or woman
Who steals the goose from off the common’
And geese will still a common lack
Till they go and steal it back.