The Rewriting of
Eagle and th' Fiv' Eggs
“Am I’ve been promis’d, O! Am I, Lord?
Risking this exasp’rating suffering?
I am not loath to die rather waiting.”
[Part I, ACT I, Scene I, lines 17-19]
The feeling of pain cried by Solania is like reflecting me, the poet. The creator of those lines. This one-piece, though beseems trifling by others, or junk by the unlettered, or bullshit by the haters of English, is my one masterpiece. Like a painting. Like a symphony or a concerto. I own it. I love it. I adore it. Just like I did to my late mother.
This writing was easy to start, but harder to lengthen. And even harder to accomplish. It seems like selling my tablecloths to a thousand houses; yet with no astounding reward. It is true. I had even walked from Gombak Batu 4 to Greenwood, Kampung Pandan Luar until to Jelatek, Ampang, from Larkin Bus Station until to Kampung Melayu Majidee, and even Kampung Melayu Majidee to Stulang Laut. Selling tableclothes, bedspreads, and the most precious─the saprahs. Knocking every door. Majorly prospects would deny or unnoticed me. So did the writing. Under the corrugated roof, I wrote, I typed, I flourished above editing this play. Seering hot in the afternoon, and icy cold in the night. With no fan. Because of no electricity. And added by disturbances. Noises, black magic, and no transportation. Who cares? Nobody.
This writing was thenceforth accomplished after 6-8 months of ruthless hardship.
But the great thing about it, the writing was gifted. Logically I don't think Satan has this type of intelligence. Or genius. But God yes. Especially from the wonderful dream, He had given during my stomach was hungry. And my future was bleak. Actually, the character Caesarea was me, and Ljiljana was my late mother. But the genius verses I picked from worthy Alien and Skeleton. Also from Wilhelm, Schroeder, Adam, and many more in my daily encounter. Encounter, as described by Napoleon Hill, the Sixth Sense. Many people don't believe this because it is crazy. But I do believe it. And forever will.
Caesarea: “I shall try, as thy quota.”
(He
opens the door and vaults in)
“I’m
cherishing th’ hope,
E’en i’ th’ minute of chance, well-nigh
justly than mischance.”
(Part I, ACT I, Scene I, Verses 39 & 40)
Eagle and th' Fiv' (or) 5 Eggs is actually a play that is humorous. Suitable for any age. Although the content has to be not just read but scrutinized, this literary fable has its own specialty. Maybe something that copies Walt Disney's legends, 21st Century's box offices, but its content, however, is thoroughly different. Maybe these differences and specialties are nothing new to readers and admirers. But enlivening the old literature in the South East Asian world, weaving it with Malay or even Asian life, in the year of the new millennium is unusually authentic.
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So today, when people are busy working and doing business; showing the public that hard-working individuals are admired, full of life, and perhaps rich, I ask myself.
"Am I not working hard last time?" "Am I just sleeping and dreaming my whole life?" "Am I just a burden to everybody?" "Am I just lying to myself?"
So today, when people are diligent to support their families, I am diligent to show the world my masterpiece. Even if it is just worth a dollar or lesser, a penny; and cannot even pay my whatsoever loan, I am still proud of it. Ending this first, perhaps the only blog please browse iFAN Music & Art pieces:
(a) Amazon.com/Black-Dead-Witch
(d) iDO Firadyanie Art Nouveau Painting's Collection
