![]() This effigy would be burnt as a conclusion to the epic. They were parts of the body of a god, his calves or thighs, which, fitted and reared, would make a gigantic effigy. Under an open shed on the edge of the field, there were two huge armatures of bamboo that looked like immense cages. Felicity! What a gentle Anglo-Saxon name for an epical memory. Low blue mountains on the horizon, bright grass, clouds that would gather colour before the light went. Share via Email: Derek Walcott – Nobel Lecture Share this content via Emailįelicity is a village in Trinidad on the edge of the Caroni plain, the wide central plain that still grows sugar and to which indentured cane cutters were brought after emancipation, so the small population of Felicity is East Indian, and on the afternoon that I visited it with friends from America, all the faces along its road were Indian, which, as I hope to show, was a moving, beautiful thing, because this Saturday afternoon Ramleela, the epic dramatization of the Hindu epic the Ramayana, was going to be performed, and the costumed actors from the village were assembling on a field strung with different-coloured flags, like a new gas station, and beautiful Indian boys in red and black were aiming arrows haphazardly into the afternoon light.Share on LinkedIn: Derek Walcott – Nobel Lecture Share this content on LinkedIn.Tweet: Derek Walcott – Nobel Lecture Share this content on Twitter. ![]() Share on Facebook: Derek Walcott – Nobel Lecture Share this content on Facebook.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |