Shakespearan Homoeroticism Expressed by Tye , at 7:59 PM, in

So my English Higher Level class is reading Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’ and I’m having a blast! From hearing Prospero profess his undying love to Miranda for ‘preserving him’, to seeing Miranda go weak in the knees from inner-thigh tremors when she meets Ferdinand for the first time and ‘e’er sighs’ for him, ‘The Tempest’ is laden with sexual undertones in the words of all the characters (ok…more like half). Funnily, quite a while ago I read some theory about how Shakespeare’s work contains a lot of sexual references (can’t remember what exactly). But when a classmate mentioned that Prospero’s dialogue with Miranda was took sexually-connotative and that he was definitely quenching his lustful thirst in an incestuous manner, it set of a chain reaction of finding naughtiness in all Shakespeare’s characters. My favourite by far, though, has to be from Ariel to Prospero, probably because I didn’t expect homosexual yearnings (or quenchings of yearnings?) to be expressed so openly in Shakespeare’s time:

“Ariel:

All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure – be’t to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding task

Ariel and all his quality.”

hmm…What say you?

Prelude to Our Conclusion Expressed by Tye , at 7:54 AM, in

I see Us dying before e we’ve been born

A light that could have been

Dimming into nothingness

Darkness

One that dominates my senses

Stimulates my memory

To a time beneath the velvet skies

Under the canopy of glistening celestial diamonds

In my mind

The fragrance of your hair still plays coyly with my nostrils

The caress of your hands still tingle my skin

Like the sea breeze on a warm night

I can still feel the silkiness of your skin

The suppleness of your flesh

Your eyes still speak a truth beyond words

And your lips

Oh those lovely beckoning lips

Their cherry sweetness still remains unknown to me

Yet who says tt ever will be

For now it seems there is more than I can see

There remains too much unsaid

Too little told

Too much held back

A growing gap

An ‘Us’ that’s growing slowly cold

She Expressed by Tye , at 1:46 PM, in

Flowers are too delicate

Wine, too strong

Honey, too sweet

Me, too perfect

You, too good

She, just excellent

Not quite,

Just she

An(Tye)504 Expressed by Tye , at 8:45 AM, in

*Drumroll*!!! TYE!!!

So my blogger name has evolved from ‘antye504’ to ‘Tye’. It’s different…but not so different [an(Tye)504]. Reason is simple: ‘Tye’ is my personal muse that is also me. Some may term it alter ego but that’s just spooky; I call it my muse that is also my self. It is what I call my creative force and my creative self.

Why the change? Well, ‘Tye’ evolved from a pretty lame alteration (I will not reveal it) of my real name ‘Nana Takyi’ by someone; sounded something like a British accent gone wrong. Then my best friend modified it to ‘Tye’. And I began sign off various things as ‘Tye’. Then I began to sign my writings and poetry, and began to sing as ‘Tye’.

Then I began to contribute to another blog and for the comfort of anonymity, became ‘antye504’; Just in case I said something radical or worst case scenario plain stupid it would not be traced back to me. It’s my email address too so it was kind of convenient in a weird kind of way. Then I started ‘Expression & Poesy’ and the error carried forward. But the games up.

I’m still Nana Takyi Baffour-Awuah, antye504, Tye, whatever you know me as, but when you read pieces of my ‘mind-soul’ you will see ‘posted by Tye’ at the bottom because it is less confusing and because ‘Tye’ creates them…at least for now.

Graduation Expressed by Tye , at 9:24 AM, in

It’s sad to think

That one of these days

My friends

With whom I shared

My golden days

Those whom I love

My comrades

Will have to go

Their diverse ways

It hurts to picture

That bright morn

Where there is laughter

But I mourn

For friends

I’ll never encounter

When we’re gone

It breaks my heart

Yet I’ll pull through

For I know that

With old friends

Will go old foes

And with coming days

New comrades