By rayala

This Summer I have been commenting on the Collections of Noble
Bandit. What started as a small curiosity has turned into a
fascination for me. In this meeting, I wanted to know how much
of the poet's work was factually-based and did her imagination
alter these experiences?

During our interview, we discussed "Brand New Day" which she
wrote in March of this year. She described it to be an
abstraction of an event that had true meaning. She explains, "it
was love at first dive."

Brand New Day

I sensed a change was on the way
When you visited me yesterday
Fair-haired Super Hero version
Boundless on the ocean barren
...Hm...yes, supernatural
The whole of him so visible
- Tell me, Sir...
Without a word
In any incarnation
Completely away from anyone
- Don't try to keep me
To put it more strongly
A certain unease
Such lines as these
I didn't object
Broken gasps, and yet
What else could I do?
Heavenly vision
That was it, it seems
He walked along the beach
By the setting sun
He stared back again
'Till only a shaft of light
Keep thinking all night
Oh perfect creature, gallant lad
That's all. He had been a God

She tells of a visit with an 'ocean gentleman' who had returned
from half way around the world and imagines herself together
with him in this exotic ocean paradise. She's enraptured with
this young man who spends his days in the watery underworld
descending into dark caves and caverns...hundreds of bubbles
boiling to the surface. Jagged rocks and harrowing moments two
hundred feet below....

In this work, she's visualizing the mental landscape, the
emotion into the dark...but the crystal clear waters above bring
her to self and sensibility. Her associations, are at the same
time, personal and conscious. S. L. Newman's interest in 'waters'
and the 'supernatural' shows she wrote "Brand New Day" with much
more in mind than a single event.

Her dreams, her thoughts, come into focus when she, the speaker,
states in the sixth line, "the whole of him so visible."
Following this, the poem tries to sort out, is this man real or
imaginary?

"Don't try to keep me" gives it away. As the speaker studies
this, it becomes clear, he is just imaginary. (Perhaps, in
reality, he was real, but just for a night. She's angered and
hurt by this and so categorizes him as imaginary.)

In newer works, S. L. Newman continues recollecting and
connecting with the real and imaginary and asks the reader to
observe. Can you envision something?

She has written two collections, thus far, and is now working on
her third.

On Mon, 13 Jul 2009 11:32:03 -0700 (PDT), R Ayala  wrote:

>This Summer I have been commenting on the Collections of Noble
>Bandit. 

You might find this interesting then:

I had a cracker of a shit last night. I woke up feeling as if a
thing with the same dimensions as an artic truck was pressing
down very hard on my rectal sphincters. It felt as though my
arse was about to explode. I managed to get my butt over the
lavy pan just in time. I thought my rectum was going to be torn to
shreds. The shit had the girth and shape of a very very large 
elongated egg plant. The tail came right up to the rim. As it pulled
away from the back of my throat, my eyes were drawn into the back
of my head, and my ears popped! I thought my whole insides were
about to drop into the pan! It took ages to flush away. Mind you I 
slept like a log after it.

Thanks for your interest.

Trev

PS. Comments are very welcome.