The Invisible Man Remembers
Found Poem*: Moe Phillips
Performance : Namakula Nasejje Musoke
Audio Design: Ian Phillips
*a poem consisting of words found in a nonpoetic context and usually broken into lines that convey a verse rhythm.
("The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells, Chapter 20)
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I went to bury him
I remember the funeral, the cheap hearse
Scant ceremony, windy frost-bitten hillside
Walking back to the empty house
Through the place that had once been a village
Desecrated fields ended in rubble heaps, rank wet weeds
I remember myself a gaunt black figure
Going along the slippery, shiny pavement
Strange sense of detachment I felt
My old life came back to me for a space
All like a dream
That visit to the old places
I found it hard to sleep
I lay awake dreaming feverishly
Things growing misty
Vanishing about me
The thing had to be carried through
The fixed idea still ruled me
What was I doing?
Why was I always alone and secretive?
I lay there like grim death
I beat my hands on the wall with rage
I was invisible!
A wonderful poet friend -Jone MacCulloch -check out her blog of gorgeous work- and I were discussing “found” poems for Halloween and how much fun it would be to lift something from the pages of a true horror classic. So many to choose from! Shelley, Stoker, Lovecraft, Poe- the list goes on.
I decided to poke around one of my favorites- Mr. H. G. Wells and his incredible book (read it!) “The Invisible Man”. Oh, he was a madman alright. Obsessed and driven to be invisible to the world. Sadly, he did not realize the success of his experiment, would mean the loss of his humanity. This story couldn't be more relevant today, as its principal theme is about how a seemingly positive breakthroughs and advances in science can actually lead to the death of human connectivity. He is referred to over and over again in the book as “the unseen.”.
Our current state of social connection comes to mind. An important message I think from Mr. Wells here- It’s vital- vital for humans to remain seen. Something Namakula and I are passionate about. Imagine a world of invisible people? Seems that is becoming our new reality.
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