Her Majesty meets the Maharani The Nonagenarians’ Commonwealth game of Queen ‘n’ Mouse

A sneak peak at the epic encounter 2 Matriarchs Across 2 Centuries & Worlds apart … what could they possibly have in common to be stuck together for all eternity? – Inside the new creative genre … the MultiMedia MicroEpic

Pitri Paksha to the Ancestral Muse

It’s Pitri Paksha, time to honour the ancestors

I siddong quiet quiet, thoughts turn to the creator

I light a deeya, recite an ancient mantra

To still the wandering soul, I offer jal to Surya.

As Her Majesty close her eyes, my thoughts on Ma, the Maharani

Nonagenarians now together, beyond sea sky and we.

Shraadha of Sun Set on the Empire

Eyes closed, forgive me, I didn’ see 4000 in the Abbey, 5 billion on ‘tube, ‘net ‘n’ TV

Millions line the streets, to watch Queen Lizzie final journey

From Balmoral to Buckingham, they perform Christian Shraadha

Turn casket East, North, West, South, Dear Liz final surrender

Stiff upper lips stifle King Charlie tears for he dear Mamma

The actress let one lose. Behind black veiled trolls snicker – ‘for the Monarchy, I gather!’

Swan Song of the Commonwealth

In solemn reverence came emperors, princes, kings, governors, all

To bow in supplication, ‘All Hail Her Majesty! We so small, she stood tall!’

Ten million £ (pounds) in one day buried with Head o’ the Common-wealth

When three billion subjects live poorly, no school, no water, in poor health

In Shraadha, the Sun solemnly move from North to Southern hemi-spire

After 35 K sun rises o’er spires, now sinks Surya ‘o’er the once-Empire

Opening of the Third Eye

I deep so in thought, third eye pop open without concentration

Lo and behold, Mouse creep up ‘n’, crawl right into my vision

I know at once who that was, Ancestor! Who can deny?

Nine months gone, I turn my eye up up high high, up to the sky!

So she come back! ‘Mousie Mousie! Is you gyul long time no see’

‘Mousie Mousie’ I call out how the neighbours call she, to Ma, the Maharani.

Creative Celestial Cosmic Dance

‘Mousie Mousie, you was in a big big hurry, me dear gyurl

You leave the pyre, fly off as Ganesh’s Charioteer, tail uncurled

You gone quick quick, no backward glance.

Why, gyul? You didn’t wait with we to jump and prance.

Mousie Mousie you ‘fraid you would miss the chance?

To be a part of Shiva’s creative celestial cosmic dance?

To Rise with the Sun ‘n’ Ride With the Same

Like witless King Cole ‘n’ the mimic Abbot did you with the sun sail ancient routes

Beyond Commonwealth, indenture, slave ‘n’ silk path did you scoot

Past ancient primeval prehistoric precolonial truths

Reversing direction of colonial travel, to boot!

‘Cross the Pacific, through vast Oceans South

Leaving this world for worlds beyond, I have no doubt.’

The Epic Quest for Where Knowledge Lives

‘Whey we go from here?’ Mousie you used to ask

You promise to come back to tell me, so now rise to the task

You fight so hard to hold on to every last breath

I thought you would win that battle, you know, your wrestle with death

Mousie Mousie, look your chair, now you know, tell me, what you see this year?

Mousie, Mousie, tell me nah, Where we go when we leave here?’

The Mouse’s Tale

In chitter, chatter, scrape scrape, the mouse squeaked,

Up till then I didn’t know I could interpret Mouse-speak

‘Squeak squeak, I go far, far, o’er Nap’rima fields of yam potato ‘n’ corn

‘Ain’t I tell you gyul, I would pass Yama, come back, to say where I gone.

‘Squeak Squeak, with the wind I did soar from Shore o’ Peace pyre for true

‘Squeak Squeak,’ she recount, ‘I ascend the eternal blue.’

Pepper Hot Picong

‘Mousie, Mousie,’ I plead, ‘tell me where you been? Sonia Mouse!’

I call she by the name they call she round the house

Sharply, hotly, ‘You damn farse asking me where I been

‘Guess nah,’ she squeak soften, ‘you wouldn’t believe who I seen!

‘Squeak Squeak,’ she tongue still so quick and sharp as a whip!

‘I been to England, gyul to see the Queen,’ she quips.

Knowing what curiosity does

Like a cat my interest spark, my curiosity arouse

I lie low ,a Brobdingnag with Gulliver, looking closer at Mouse.

‘Mousie Mousie, tell me more, tell me ‘bout the Queen!

‘Mousie Mousie, tell me nah, tell me how she? How you been?

‘Well, in truth, is Her Majesty who come to visit me, the Maharani!’ Mouse wink!

Drama queen, pepper-mouth, she mock-bow and she continue to blink

Roasting & Toasting promised up yonder

Again, I ask, ‘Mousie, Mousie, what you do there?’

Thinking of the roasting & toasting abrewin. Erstwhile Queen, beware!

I kneel-down low to peer closer, to hold she in a stare

‘Aaray Baap Ray gyul, ‘course, I frighten she Majestic Highness she jump up on a chair!

‘Chitter Chatter Squeak Squeak,’ she keep up a chuckle

Poking ‘n’ joking, she tap tap a dru- beat code on my knuckle

The Storyteller’s Wife

Like story telling Pa she know how to build suspense.

Tormenting and teasing, my curiosity grow so immense.

‘I see when Liz enter, she look round, a lil bit in fear

‘Like she not sure if she came up, or went under, down there!

‘You looking for someone? I move to she, near

‘She frighten and lost, I could see, that was clear.’

Blue blazing beckoning Hell Fires

‘Up, you say?’ she say. She eyes light-up in relief.

Terrified of the hell fires of she Christian beliefs.

‘Hell takes many forms, I’m here as your guide,’ I remind.

She look ‘round the blue darkness, blue eyes open wide.

‘Tell me please! You see him?’ She fix on me a stare!

And then, as expected, walk right in my lair!

In she bedroom, Philip My Dear

‘I enjoying she squirming, I continue to play.

Who you looking for, you sure he come up this way?

Majesty pajesty, feel like it’s your bedroom, here we don’t stand in flair

You mean you looking for that lingay gent? Fagan or Tony Blair?

She look so bewildered, she wipe off a tear

‘Don’t be daft,’ she say crossly, ‘I’m looking for Philip, My Dear

He Lingay like he but …

Squeak Squeak, Mouse chuckle: ‘Yuh Mister, you mean! he gone the next way

‘My Mister too, doh mistake them, eh. He jus so! Lingay!’

I decide to ease up as she face turn ash grey

Remembering my role as Ganesha’s gondolier

‘Hop on,’ I tell she. ‘Time for your tour.’

‘Come aboard my chariot, a revisit, your life’s replay!

Ungilded Discoverie of Raleigh’s El Dorado

And so squeak squeak a- chitter a-chatter

Ungilded she told of guiding HRH through history’s clutter  

‘Cross the galaxies, suns, moons, stars, to the vast Oceans South

I take the once-Majesty to Raleigh’s Dorado Discoverie route

Beyond indenture, slave, silk paths to witness bare colonial truths

Retracing Commonwealth paths of HRH pirates, marauders loot to boot!

https://youtu.be/IHMi2Gg7UEc

Mission to Boom-up History

Squeak Squeak, gyul. I must go now, return to the task

To rewrite the future, to unveil and boom boom mash-up history’s mask

I ask, ‘I have these letters take them to Liz for me nah Mouse

They filled with rewrites to correct history’s grouse.”

‘Steups! I not your postman! Find your own, marn, post haste!

My Commonwealth mission awaits, at yon pearly gates!’

I siddong in silence, thinking how appropriate

The heavenly guide for Dear Liz is a so called illiterate

Mind unschooled, uncluttered by Macaulay’s minuted education

A tour of life’s truths unadorned, saved from miseducation’s pollution!

I bid Mouse farewell, ‘Good to see you, please do come again!’

Impatiently waiting the Nonagenarian’s updates on she cat ‘n’ mouse train!

At Last a Kingsley Christmas for she Majesty

Squeak squeak, wink wink, she take off into the night

A mission assigned, straight on, the Maharani in full flight

For unschooled Lizzie, a Kingsley Christmas treat, At Last, no better teacher

To open Liz eyes to centuries of ravishes of Empire

I look at my lap topped with the Letters to Lizzie, the doctrines therein.

And reroute the address, to her next Commonwealth kin.

Next: The King & I

Sneak Peak at promo clips of mDNA MotherContinent the MultiMedia MicroEpic

About Mother Continent – the MultiMedia MicroEpic

In Mother Continent, the MultiMedia Micro Epic of the Anthropocene, the omniscient protagonist continues her epic journey in search of where knowledge lives, even if we all ceased to be! She traverses five continents and three realms, meandering contortions in her heart’s arteries to piece together the distorted history and heritage of the Americas and the world, uniting her dual Mother Cultures and Mother Continents, of East and West, Science and Seance, History & Heritage, Arts & Humanities, Fact, Fiction, Truths and Alternative Truths.

New Creative Genre

This new MultiMedia Micro Epic as a genre adapts the classical epic long-form for short form new multimedia. It blends and condenses the styles, tools and techniques of the traditional classical epic with conventional (radio, television, print); traditional (cultural-stage/performance) and new multimedia tools. It therefore integrates a range of learning and communications styles, tools and techniques that include verbal and visual, oral and aural styles, languages and representations as text, image, motion and sound along with a host of literary devices and creative elements.

Multiple Communication & Education Modes

This new MultiMedia Micro Epic provides layered communication modes from classical to contemporary through audio-visual, motion and textual elements with classical epic and multimedia styles, tools and techniques. It also blends academia, journalism and pop culture, arts and science, fiction and non fiction, oral, aural and literary conventions and formal and non formal modes of expositions.
As a genre, the MultiMedia Micro Epic also expands and encompasses a range of other traditional genres of non-fiction as biography, documentary, journalese, with science/fiction, fantasy, lyrical prose poetry, song and drama through contemporary music video/visualisations, memes along with documentary and other evidence- based forms of expositions.
It is based on real events of the heroine’s quest for where knowledge lives – even if we all cease to be. The new multi media micro epic is framed by music and song. These represent an amalgam of musical styles from the confluence of diasporas of the Caribbean including Asia Pacific, Africa, Europe and the Americas.

Classical Epic Meets 21st Century Multimedia

The new MultiMedia Micro Epic maintains the core internal & external elements of the traditional epic inclusive of Muse, heroism, lyricism, an epic quest, journey, perilous ‘adventures that traverse universal, earthly & underworldly spheres. It engenders the traditional epic with a heroine. It blends fact, fiction, fantasy with journalism, memes, blogging, folk song & music for an interactive immersive experience.
Thematically, it treats with many of the socio-cultural & political dilemmas of the Anthropocene: environment & heritage degradation & conservation, health, pollution, consumerism & consumption, gender inequalities, women’s & girls’ education, violence, extremism, global travel, migration, settlement, adaptation, post colonialism, governance, censorship marginalization, alienation, the North-South divide & other development deficits, gaps, opportunities & potentials.
It opens up academia & any user of new media to a new world of creativity utilising & valuing a range of traditional & technological knowledge sources.

Range of Exposition Forms

As a condensed epic form, the MultiMedia Micro Epic provides snippets that function doubly as ‘research’. It authenticates traditional folk and new technological knowledge, intuition, oral visual and aural tangible and intangible knowledge sources and holds up documentary sources as art, songs, newspaper articles, blogs, conference presentations, powerpoints, memes, music nature sounds and other unacknowledged forms of communications, inviting viewers to expand their curiosity to explore and discover more.
Hence, the viewer is immersed in the experience of exploring, in the quest for knowledge by the heroine. The quick snaps and fast pace also invite the viewer to pause, take note and think, as another form of accessing knowledge. It so promotes appreciation and respect for all types of knowledge to negate notions of superior and inferior knowledge that plagues modern systems.

Fast Paced into infinite time

Its treatment of time in condensed form is in may ways symbolic of our fast-paced age is symbolic of creation time and processes and promises replication and expansion of the multimedia micro epic genre into infinite micro-forms, and modes and medium of expressions through lyrical prose, poetry, fiction, non fiction, documentary and other forms of new media expositions.
Its universal scope draws from quick snap insights from the creator’s wide travel experience, photographs, articles, journalism, research & global engagements.

Read more about the MultiMedia MicroEpic & mDNA MotherContinent and the new creative genre here

About Dr Kris Rampersad

Dr Kris Rampersad is an award winning journalist, innovator, educator and sometimes scholar, with a PhD in Literatures in English, a UNESCO-trained heritage educator/facilitator, National Geographic certified educator, global Woman Tech Makers’ Ambassador and Worldpulse/Google Digital Ambassador. Read more here.

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