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Umlungu: The White Scum That Floats in the Surf

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Publishing Details

Full Title:

Umlungu: The White Scum That Floats in the Surf

Contributors:

By (Author) D. Forbes

ISBN:

9781543932799

Publisher:

BookBaby

Imprint:

BookBaby

Publication Date:

11th October 2018

Country:

United States

Classifications

Readership:

General

Fiction/Non-fiction:

Non Fiction

Main Subject:
Dewey:

821.92

Physical Properties

Physical Format:

Paperback

Number of Pages:

144

Dimensions:

Width 152mm, Height 228mm, Spine 10mm

Weight:

235g

Description

Someone told me myself, I think. Yes, my self, for whom else would I take any notice"Your poems," I said to me, "many are pretty much self-obsessed, aren't they; all about the very special, unique, joys and tribulations though mostly tribulations, of being you. Not too much 'Every Day' humanity going on in your writing, is there""Yes, you may be right," I told me, "but 'Every Day Poems' they most certainly are, for this is one's life when one happens to live as a neurotic, anti-social, extrovert, introverted invert who writes poems in private, personal diary-form over many decades, and then decides to slap some of them together in poetry-book-form. Not much getting away from the self in a diary, is there Not too much chat about politics and social reform either, particularly with so much intrusive self-yakking going on all the time."I wish I could say, I am ready at last to step up and out, volunteer and do good altruistic works for humankind, but that would be a sham, because quite frankly deep in my heart of hearts I don't give a rat's arse.""Yes, no," I replied, "I think you are right."I took myself out for coffee, and we sat in the window of the caf watching the other people's world go by: disinterested, ironic, separate and melancholic, but also taking in everything around us, amused and appalled, playing our game of stripping the people to the bare bone and beyond."There now," I suggested after a time, "don't you feel better, having unburdened and faced up to your-me-me-me self""No, I cannot say I do," I confirmed, "but I think I will leave you now and return to my solitary room . . . I would like to be alone.""Yes, okay . . . me, too."So there I am, you see we do have a few good times together, me and I; and life not entirely angst ridden . . . though life in general is, for all people that on earth do dwell.

Author Bio

D. L. Forbes works as an artist & writer& resides in Northern CaliforniaWestern Scotland & Southern England

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