Another Account of His Being the Only Person on the Island.(1.)
When gulls swarmed the albatross spread its wings
screeching and elegance roamed the sky
I hid, tortured by fears they would attack and fled to caves
I remembered they did so in the Good Book (e.)
when men suffering the pangs and guilt of their unheeding lives
felt the crushing Judgment upon them.
Soon, my torturers would burst open the cracks in the walls
and I would suffer for every wayward inclination and thought
I ever had.
They would bring their clubs, spears, fire torches in the dark (d.)
Scale the height by rope drop down
and freight the lonely soul out of me
to be replaced by a rapacious ghost eager to
supplant shadows for living beings
to be strung up piked and burned on top of the most
unholy of pyres.
Recovering somewhat to venture beyond.
And, climbing to see from on high the highway waters
for ships of plenty that 'ply their trade' (b.)
just beyond the horizon.
However, the brain in flight from reality
tries to rescue itself
in the nether world of fantasy…
which gone awry chimera await
the entrance…there is no treasure
no hoarded gold (c.)
they wait till night
fogs hold close to the ground (2.)
obscure images race by
others lurking in wait
famished I raced to the other side during the second watch.
Tripping, heart palpitating blood rushing to the brain and I cry out.
Sounds heavy twigs snapping large swerving unseen an animal calls
the lunatick roams, he has a gun (a.)
we could all get shot down…
But no one hears and I fear being stranded I will be until
I swim knowingly into a region of Undertow
the green deep circling round.
When I was alone it was not all insanity (3.)
moments of lucid beauty when the air was cool
in darkness before the sun rising
in the far West where home lay
there was a single ray closed up by purple masses
now extending across the sky
red and purple black now spreading across the horizon
Suddenly as in a glass broken bending
so two scenes different in angle of the same sight before me
then as if many lenses the sun great globe cut into so many layers.
Clouds as in explosions of a magazine mushroom out (4.)
I had heard of ancient volcanoes reaching the heavens
Flame and ash exuding fiery avalanches of coal
red lava pouring unstoppable by any moat
to go into and settle.
Red and yellow from the middle the sunlight shone forth
beacon of God from the middle of now three layers
of red yellow red now the sky brings clouds inwards
lightning brings anew and I must seek shelter
as between the flash and bellow is a space of time
telling a mudslide will occur given the weak foothold I have in this unstable region I am situated on…
Lightning hit metal on a floating part
a shipmate was on I the part caught fire, too far,
in my glass he sand not knowing I was witness
to his sad demise.
Rolling swells conjured by the wind
which if it were personified in
human form would surely be
cast bound in the waters to drown the
very waters the wind itself agitated.
If I believe in the Almighty
Satan must want my death!
every breath still taken must
disturb him for he keeps
lashing with sleet and columnar spouts
that twirl. Once either
by hallucination or plain sight
a spout turned and churned in the
opposite direction till nearly
drowned I surfaced close to
a beach. My lungs full of fluid
my heart yet had a hope
of gaining respite and to be able
to stand on dry land after these terrors
would be a miracle!
Seaweed wrapped around my neck
like a sea python gagged me
I twirled it around came up for air
and with a sound
of thunder and roaring sea
I found myself chest to head
free of the deeps yet still clinging
was Davy Jones hand onto my ankle
desperate to have me back but
I overcame him. Cold alone
gagging coughing feeling sand in my mouth
I went back to cup water from my hand
not feeling or thinking just watching the surf
attempt to recapture me wave upon wave
riding the tidal influx that forced me to flee
up towards the trees.
Lightning had struck a solitary trunk on a hillside
Of rock like the proverbial burning bush
I was thankful someone had taken me back to life.
Grateful when I started a fire
I offered my first fruits form the forest to He
who guides all sailors to safety as he did
the Apostle Paul from shipwreck.
Crusoe on the loneliness of the island before Friday
the party that survived the mutiny and Olivia:
Hot sun burning on my face sunsets that die in a bloodbath of red
that God abandoned me is uppermost in my mind but I
have faith he will release me in time
from this circumscribed land bound by waters
unless I venture into them
then they roll faster foaming after me
closing me up between two waves
a liquid coffin too heavy to withstand
dragging me down.
Now, I cry to the moon
I cry in a cave and yell curses at the
unseen peoples I hoped would rescue me
from this pitiless isolation
The forest is lush it sustains yet it
is utterly bereft of another sound
Davy cannot catch me but he won't
let me float
I mentioned a story about someone stranded going mad but that was a different story there is no poetry/diary they write they are just seen going mad but the series had a character going mad and there are stories by poe and others as well as my having been in psychology and social work along with actual case histories I read about film foofootage of actual patients this is also after: Crusoe after the novel and recent tv series on last year. Yelling at the unseen: Dumas, when in the Count of Monte Cristo, the main character yells in solitary confinement…goes mad…….and the Milgram experiment I mention in other notes to other stories One could even put mental patients in the context of prisoners as well. Besides the story above does not really having Crusoe go mad or insane he simply yells with no one there these are the references…
Either the book or the recent series [which I wish would come back] had something like this notion of it was not all bad or some other thing had a line like this…
As in nuclear explosions…
1a. During the time before Friday showed up Robinson made his own
paper from instructions given to him on one of his trips…
a. ancient stories that tell of shadow beings…I listed some
a. I have been on trails where bears are said to roam sometimes
you hear something large moving but you do not see them
b. ply plied an older well-worn phrase
a. What I had in here was the following, I took it out:
chimera, an ancient term for monster or creature
and dragon or some other creature or even humans guarding gold
is found in Beowulf, Wagner's 'Ring of the Neibelung'
d. the composer Schubert wrote a story of men in the night
torches chasing, if I recall…as cited in a documentary on tv
of course, 'Frankenstein' with people chasing him,
-Emily Bronte: the congregation in a sense goes mad with clubs
"every man's hand was against his neighbour"
e. Hitchcock, 'The Birds'