24 Dec 2010

On fiction compositions and conclusions-by Dominae Primus

Although we cannot deny that there are states when the conclusion appears worse than the start, yet after greater scrutiny, its benefits are within the grasp of those who know better. There are indeed states that end worse off compared to their beginning. If there’s anything of value to be derived, it should be the worth of a cautionary tale and perhaps a contrast with a parallel state.

To have a meandering story without a conclusion or a set of memoirs where nothing much happens within a closed environment is as pedestrian as daily routines of invisible lives. It is a waste of time and a burden thrust upon the patience of readers.

Concerning my own fiction compositions, I prefer to inject a conclusion to them. Even if there are hints of another story after the one just concluded, I’d prefer to keep the concluded story a closed matter. Conclusions provide a sense of closure, a real finish to things. I do not as a rule enjoy dwelling too much on a condition without offering a solution, serving as a conclusion or for some insight derived from the episode.

It is with hope that whatever that we have started, we arrive at its conclusion and a matter achieves closure. We aspire to a better state than the state in which we had commenced. Even if we have achieved the highest, we will do well to cultivate further.

25 Nov 2010

Dominae Primus poem dedicated to Mr.Mercury

The Official Queen Fan Club posted my poem dedicated to the memory of Freddie Mercury.
It can be found at this link http://www.queenworld.com/artman/publish/article_1233.shtml

Lover of Life, Singer of Songs-dedicated to Freddie Mercury- a poem by Dominae Primus.
This poem is inspired by Brian May’s tribute to Freddie as inscribed on Freddie’s statue in Montreux, Freddie’s showmanship and the iconic sequences of a Queen concert.

Lover of life singer of songs

With mike and stand he ruled the throng

Heart on sleeve he gave his all

Each gesture the masses enthralled

Where rhythm jousts with vocal prowess

Melody and effects among his powers

His roller-coaster ride spun in songs

On centre-stage his destiny belonged

Well loved for his cheeky craft

In our hearts his memory is cast

With crown and cloak he waved the throng

Lover of life singer of songs