Sunday, 29 April 2012

A friend asked me what Fekenham Swarberry was all about.

“How would you describe it?” he asked showing far more tolerance of me than usual.

“Not sure really,” I replied hesitantly, “sort of Frank Zappa meets the Pogues.”

“Wacky?”

“No, not a bit wacky, funny at times, ribald and sometimes silly but never wacky.”

“But like Zappa meets the Pogues?”

“Exactly!”

“A weird folk story?”

“Sort of I guess. More lacking a linear storyline at times as it hobbles along from one silly tale to another but then sort of tripping over a storyline that does follow a course.”

“Hmmm, is it Romance or Comedy or Thriller?”

“Yes, sometimes but not always at the same time, sometimes it has a bit of soft porn.”

“Mixed up and directionless then?”

“Not at all,” said I a tad defensively, “it kind of ambles along going hither and thither then settles down on one final story before wandering off a bit. It has songs and poems and part of the narrative is told by newspaper clippings and sometimes by the village headmistress’s old diaries but by and large it runs along on its own DIY rails. Oh and there are quotes too.”

“Quotes?”

“From the villagers.”

“I see. So who would you say are your major influences then, what towering literary figures?”

“Er, Alan Moore and um, Gilberto Hernandez and of course the Carry On films and perhaps the Two Ronnies and of course Zappa and the Pogues.”

“I see,” said my friend looking more perplexed by the minute, “are you sure this is such a good idea?”

He might have a point bless him but yes I do, think it is a good idea that is, a bloody good one too.

And still on the subject of The Village Tales of Fekenham Swarberry, here, from forthcoming book four, is another of the ceilidh band Riddle Drums songs:

Once again the blinding light
Unbidden comes into my room
Floods the room with razor white
Draws aside my solitude.

Once again the blinding light
Chases shadows from the wall
Lifts the dark veil from my sight
Leaves me breathless and alone.

Sudden movement
Sudden change
Day dawns
Night fades

Once again the blinding light
Tattoo’s colours on my wall
Rewards the world with warm delight
Cleanses fears that now grow cold.

Sudden movement
Sudden change
Day dawns
Night fades

Once again the break of day
Sweeps a breeze on golden corn
Runs a hand through trembling hay
Bringing peace to the morn

Once again the break of day
Settles soft on children’s heads
Chases nightmares far away
Wakes the sleeping from their beds.

Sudden movement
Sudden change
Day dawns
Night fades

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1 comment:

Russell Ragsdale said...

I love your new Diggs CJ! I'm going looking for the Feckenham Swarberry Tales for a great re-read.