The Devil-masks

((Dedicated to Salman Rushdie) (a narrative poem))

He says  he owns his own words, Salman Rushdie, but changes Muhammad to

       Mohound, and, that sounds to me like satirical verse, perhaps narration at its worse, perchance nearing its truth, satanically, but recklessly. It’s

       all a devil’s mask, to tell the truth— Rushdie has his own reasons why, but my best guess it is his kind of way of telling a lopsided

       story from long ago, bringing it back to its upright position—perhaps as it should be, who’s to say, but somehow he nails it down to its heels and knees, he

       moves close to Islamic blasphemy, or could we call it the unpardonable sin?... , possibly so, if he was only a Muslim: especially with his

       polytheistic–deities, whom Muhammad tried to fix, implying what he memorized and spoke of, was a Satanic trick. But I must confess, he says it best, in his own words: twisting and changing the old facts, changing the devil-masks.

#3481 (12-5-2012)

Rushdie’s Revenge (a poem)

Salman Rushdie, a man with no hair on his tongue—

A man with no blood in his face—

Cleaver as a fox, a snake in the grass, ready to attack!

His words in “The Satanic Verses,” are out of anger

       and frustration, perhaps some disgrace…

Whose plots are surely Islamic comic, even if he says not!

Who loves the world’s money, and perhaps would kill

       himself for the 3.3—million fatwa reward, if indeed he could

       live to spend it of course.

Surreal as it may be, he makes a monkey out of Khomeini,

       and Muhammad, it’s plain to see…!

With its magical realism and its dream like sequences,

       parallel stories and sub-plots (how many have died

for his freedom of speech: of which he holds no responsibility

but wants his rights?)

I guess what I’m trying to say, and to say in all honesty,

He’s a great actor, writer he is not, that’s plain to see,

       complex yes, but nonetheless, gobbledygook, like

       “Finnegans Wake” or for that matter: dark as Blake.

Yet, his dream-visions narratives cross the seas…

From Mecca to Jaipur, to the underground brothels of

       New York City…and has caused controversy—but

In all this do we see? How about a man laughing,

      and running to the bank by Union Square in

New York City?

      

#3480 (12-3-2012)