#anyway in the discord we where coming up with things beginning with H to describe vector
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seagull-scribbles · 2 years ago
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Today is brought to you by the letter H
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shadowsong26fic · 4 years ago
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Writing meme question: 2, 7, and 9. (If it isn't too much) :D
Nope, not at all too much :D
2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
...hmmmmmmmmmm...that is a good question, lol. Uh, I’m not necessarily coming up with anything specific? Although I guess there is some stuff that I mostly do in either RP contexts or very private self-indulgent nonsense that it might be nice to treat Properly, so to speak. Things like self-indulgent crossovers and/or AU concepts, random things like wingfic/bonded creatures/etc. (though only in certain contexts and usually fitting those into an otherwise-canon universe), certain H/C tropes...also, not really tropes, but there’s a couple of rarepairs that I’d love to see more of (for which I’d pretty much have to write it myself lol) but either because I’m not sure I have a handle on the character voices involved or just because...pairing-focused stuff is not really where my fic brain lives for the most part, lol.
7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
Oooooh, this is a hard one. Uh. Let’s go with this, from a short story set in one of my original worlds, The Farglass Cycle (previously known as Feredar):
The Audience Hall, at least, seemed to be mirrored rather than clear, other than the dais ahead of her. It gave the impression that Queen Kesshare was floating, rather than sitting, when the light hit her right. As if chairs and floors were for mere mortals, like her consort beside her, not for the iron-hard desert Queen with her dark hawk's eyes and deceptively simple and soft-looking silver gown. She looked like a bronze-gilt statue of a harsh Goddess of the Dead, and Sheminne didn't have to be a performer to know that every aspect of the Queen's clothing, posture, Hall, down to her husband slightly behind her, in shadow, on a more-solid throne, the fact that the cavernous room, with its graceful columns and shimmering floor was entirely empty save for the three of them and a handful of silent bodyguards... It was calculated for exactly that impression of ultimate power and doom.
There are some things I would edit here--I know that my Main Writing Flaw is run-on sentences/overuse and abuse of commas, semicolons, emdashes, ellipses...you name it, I love it. [Hi, we’re the Neverending Sentences, and we’ll be here all night]
...anyway, I’m aware of that weakness of mine, and I think I’d do some more editing here (I wrote this...yeesh, nearly ten years ago; and it sticks out as particularly run-on).
But what I like about this is that...I’m also not super good at description? (Like, for example, the fact that I have yet to describe Dr. Naar in Precipice is not only because I still haven’t made up my mind as to whether he’s Human or Besalisk; it’s also at least partly because fitting in descriptions like that is Awkward and I Don’t Like Doing It, lol).
This is, I think, one of my better efforts at description. It tells you pretty much everything you need to know about Kesshare (who, fun fact, is Not actually the villain in this story; but if other events abroad hadn’t upstaged her, she would absolutely be the villain of another story). And it gives you at least a little bit about the nation she rules (the Kingdom of the City of Glass; usually just referred to as Glass or the City of Glass), and something of its wealth/power/relationship with other nations.
Also, see here for a picture I commissioned of Kesshare awhile ago, mostly using the above passage as a reference, lol. (Kesshare is the top picture; the bottom is Taz, another character from the same story).
((Honorable mention, because they’ve been in my head lately either because characters or topic: a bunch of stuff from our faces like a mirror; both in terms of a few key moments that made Bo-Katan into who and what she became when we the audience meet her in TCW, as well as some things about her relationship with Satine and their respective philosophies; a couple snippets of miscellaneous AU bits (like this one, lol)...but I like this one, and it’s nice to draw attention to some of my original stuff sometimes, y’know?))
9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?
Oooooh, good question. Uh. Different things are hard for different reasons? I don’t think any fic has ever been Super Easy (except actually maybe The Devoted;��that one flowed pretty smooth once I really got going). So, I guess...I’ll cycle through some of my other SW longfic projects and quick answer because Why Not:
Precipice has its ups and downs, depending on topic and focus. Arc Six was I think the hardest (despite the fact that Arc Seven has taken For Ever to get out, lol), between I’m not good at Sustained Fluff and Saw is a pain in the butt even if I wasn’t using his POV. (I swear, the next/final chapter Will Be Out Soon; I have...like...3-4 hours of work left on it which I swear I’m not using this meme to procrastinate <.< ...of course, then I have all the sequel/interquel stuff planned lol I’m sure I’ll have more Ups And Downs to complain about in the future)
our faces like a mirror, which I mentioned in the last answer, I’ve been working on on and off for, like, three years; it’s hard to balance Bo and Satine’s points of view without vilifying either; also because there is like zero canon definition of the period I’m writing about, there’s a lot of whitespace to fill in. It’s almost closer to writing original fiction in that way--I mean, I don’t have to do the heavy lifting of worldbuilding, and I am focusing on fleshing out something we have a hint of in canon that drew my attention (i.e., how did these two end up where they were/with such diametrically opposite beliefs/what is/was their relationship as sisters; how did bo-katan survive the mandalorian civil war since she pretty clearly was not with satine and the jedi; how much do their separate experiences during that time affect them/inform their future behavior (spoiler: A LOT)); but a lot of the specific events/storyline and even some of the characterization of these two women is pretty much built from scratch.
Distaff, I got stuck on ‘cause I borked my timeline and also haven’t 100% figured out how I wanted it to end.
The Phoenix; getting into Luke’s head was kind of hard; also the ending feels kind of rushed.
for we are a woven thread; find the strand; figuring out what to do with Obi-Wan’s thread was a little hard, also just...getting through the super downer beginning, lol.
SW2021 big bang: finding the actual Story buried in how the three focal characters connect and what that means for them/the rest of the galaxy. AKA lol what is the Plot.
...I’m not sure that actually answers the question, but it’s something in the neighborhood, at least?
Ask me a fic writer question! (Or, frankly, any question, I like to babble about writing to/at people. My writing discord is pretty quiet but I do that there sometimes XD)
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pajnloki · 5 years ago
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5 // hello growth
Okay as I was already hinting about writing about this topic which is really important to me, I’ll be starting now. And just a short disclaimer: its going to be very personal and emotional so yah lets go.
We were three. Three teenagers: Each one of us living a different life. In our daily life we saw different people, experienced different situations and we didn’t see each other that often. But the moment we went home we were connected. It sounds ridiculously corny right now but that’s just how it was. It’s weird that in our generation it’s so easy to communicate with people living miles away from you but that’s also a beautiful thing, right? I do know about all those technology criticism but we’re evolving and it’s a process that can’t be stopped anyways and we as humans have always been striving for education, development and improvement. Anyways, back to the actual topic, which is about friendships and everything else connected to that. We were three. It’s an uneven number that alone is already posing kind of a problem, lol.   I used to be friends with both separately before we formed or three-man squad. We were like friendship goals lol and I was always so glad that I had those two to talk to. But it wasn’t always like that. I often felt really left out and just as if I was third-wheeling, kind of. Yeah, I often felt like that. As if that one friend liked the other and more and didn’t care about me as much as they did about the other one. It was sad obviously but I just shrugged it off but that feeling always lingers and it’s always in your unconsciousness. However, I was so young and naïve back then that these things really hurt me on a different level. Like it was fr bad because now I’ve changed and these kind of things like “oh they like them more and I’m being left out” … these kind of things really don’t matter me as much as before or like I wouldn’t be hurt by it anymore and I kind of learned and realized how I should be dealing with it the right way. Basically I grew up and matured a lot to be honest. Like I cant even think about my old self because I used to be so innocent and simply a crybaby, which didn’t cry that much but was always on the edge of lol. My past self who was dealing with that feeling of being left out didn’t really know how to handle it. She didn’t know whom to tell her worries and she was feeling hopeless. I was experiencing a situation like that in elementary school and in the beginning of middle school already so I was kind of traumatized. Because you gotta understand I was literally just trying to have some friends but in the end they were like excluding me. And it was ended up being like that I was w h y. QUESTION MARK QUESTION MARK QUESTION MARK. Basically. It wasn’t until grade 7 when I found a real friend. And she was pretty much my friend or the only one I was able to reach out to in daily life. I was young and introverted somehow. My younger self was extremely in the “I only need one friend” mode so I was only friends with that one girl from 7th grade to like 10th grade. For these whole three years I only had one close friends, but I did have some other viet friends as well. The school system in Germany is kind of confusing because we’re in classes until grade 10. So my school had classes from A to D with 30 people in each class. But the moment you get into grade 10 the classes melt together into one big one and from there on it depends on which subjects you’ve chosen. That means that mostly have different people in different subjects. It was a whole new experience for my introverted ass. But like I wasn’t your stereotype intro-girl. I’m pretty open-minded and I can talk to people really easily it’s just that making close friends is hard. Just talking in school and joking around is totally okay though. So yeah in 10th grade I had to opportunity to talk to many different people and I started bonding with lots of them because I think I’m a pretty fun person to talk to ;) like I was always really up to date with all the memes and slangs and stuff because I used to be in lots of fandoms (hints: weeb, kpop lol bye kms) and I just knew the trends and stuff. And it’s also important to understand that I literally had one friend and she also only had me in school so we were like an inseparable duo. <3 And we weren’t one of the cool kids because I didn’t own a phone till I was like 15 years old or so and I never actually got to get close to the cool kids. All the cool kids from each class were friends which each other, considering the fact that friendships outside of one owns class wasn’t really common. So during class 10 all those cool people and the popular kids were like THE SQUAD everyone wanted to be friends with. I also went through a lot of changes during that time. I used to look really nerdy and my mum mostly bought my clothes but my style and look changed drastically. It was a sort of glow up.. probably. I’m not really sure but I definitely started to look way cleaner and just had a better sense of style. It was the start of me being interested in fashion and all that stuff and I just generally speaking developed a conscious were I started to think way more mature and I literally grew so much that year. I mean I was always an open-minded person who had a lot of different interests: I had phases where I liked kpop and anime and gaming and stuff. So also had discord and was talking to like all the guys so I got pretty close to them and I started started to get closer with some other girls but was never really part of that cool squad. I never saw the need to join them anyways so I was okay with me having my two friends and discord friends or so lol. It wasn’t until 11th grade when I really started to get close to people. As I already said before it’s really hard for me to bond with people on a closer level unless we have a lot of common interests but I was able to bond some. I mean there were already some people I was close to since my class but we weren’t like THAT close to the point where we would meet up in our freetime every day or so. It was just sometimes u know. But then I went to a trip because of the IB and I started to become really close to that one girl and we clicked immediately. Through her I kind of got into that cool squad and I already knew most of the people in there because some of them were in my class and they liked me. I became a like “squad member” somehow because my one friend (the one since grade 7) also started to get close to different people and we both kind of found new people and so we kind drifted apart BUT LIKE NO. It wasn’t as if we stopped talking but it was just that we kind of got into different squads. I was extremely sad because it was always just us two but then we grew up and met other people. It’s normal of course but I did feel a tad emo. Grade 11 was really the turning point of me and my friendships. I kind of met tons of new people and got close to some and dropped some but in the end I found my real close friends like my real squad. My current squad consists of me and three other girls. And all three of them used to be in my old class. We already knew each other and also met each other a few times but wasn’t as if we were that close. But it’s important to note that this big cool squad’s actually pretty toxic and shady but we weren’t really supportive of their behavior of judging others and their doings when we’re all flawed and all doing mistakes and having other values. So we as the “supportive” ones grew very very close and now we’re like the best friends (not a big fan of that word but that just kind of describes how much I love them). The three of them were already really close before so it was pretty much just me being the new one but It was never awkward we clicked SO WELL. And we’re still extremely close and we love each other and it’s just so nice when we’re together because there’re only good vibes which is not so often with that “cool” squad since they’re all really toxic and started to realize that the moment I got close with them. I did try to change them but it didn’t actually work out so I try to tell them when they’re being rude but I just distanced myself a bit. YES. And I already explained. 11th grade was WEIRD. And it changed me and made me the person I am know. Ofc every single year is influencing me but I feel like grade 11 really had the biggest impact on my values and morals and how I want to be treated and how I want to treat others. I mentioned it in the beginning that I had two friends and they were living in different cities. We met each other in like 2015 and were still going strong. Kind of. We always hung out on discord and pranked others and we always met each other in each other’s cities and it was nice. But I started to feel left out as I explained and also said that it may be due to my low self-esteem back then which didn’t come back until grade 11! So when my self-esteem rose again I knew how I wanted to be treated and how I want to feel. If people make me sad and cry I can’t call those my friends and one of them was just making me feel worse day after day and meeting after meeting until someday when I decided: no more. I couldn’t deal with it anymore and I started to ignore both of them because I didn’t what to do and how to do it but I needed space. And time to think about our friendship. I only had a problem with one of them but it felt wrong to just “attack” one. I was scared and I felt sorry. I started to ignore them for like a week and they were hella worried cause they obviously didn’t know what was going on especially since they both live somewhere else. And when I felt really to speak up I told that friend what was bothering me and how hurt I was. I talked and I cried because it was really stressing me out. I also tried to say in a reAAALLY nice way to not offend her in any way. But it didn’t work out I guess because she then answered with a long ass text and implicitly said I was at fault. It kind of escalated and in the end we couldn’t talk about it because she blocked and deleted me everywhere. And there was still the other friend who was in the middle of us. She was like between us and didn’t know to handle the situation as well since she was friends with both of us. So it got awkward and it took us both  quite some time until we grew close again and now we’re stronger than ever. The two of us. She still feels awkward telling me about her meeting the other friend but im okay with it. However yesterday she suddenly sent me a voice message where she was at a amusement park with the other friend and they both talked. And I heard her voice and I felt like a clown. Her sending me that felt really really weird and it was just uncomfortable but I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t want that whole situation to happen again so now im here feeling hella confused and exhausted. Idek what to write anymore because im so dead inside so im just gonna leave this draft here like I didn’t even check for correct spelling and stuff so yolo. Just wanted document how much ive changed during the last few years and how proud I am of me actually for finally understanding my worth.
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krisrampersad · 7 years ago
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Celebrating Jamettry - the Sacred and the Sacrilegious
Jam-ett-ree Vulgar/Slang Trade of a -
Alt Jah-mee-tree – point from which the universe emanates; equity; golden ratio Literarily by Dr Kris
Dear Lizzy,
You coming to meh jamettry party? Consider this your invite eh. I going get a distinction in meh post graduate degree in jamettry: the synergy of ying and yang, unification of the arts and sciences, centrepoint of the golden mean and meanness.
Since plenty people asking about what is jamettry, although I in hibernation trying to finish my Tale of Murder, Madness and the Love of Words like that Professor who turn Madman – you might know him as the Surgeon of Crowthorne, Liz. He give the Oxford Dictionary 10,000 words with definitions and meanings, I writing a definition here so although my friend didn’t reach out to me, the people go know and not keep bothering me with emails and phone calls to do a Literarily by Dr Kris for the word jamettry. This is only one percent of my 100,000 entries into Literarily. I know you have some influence with your pardner, Britannica and have friends at Oxford who make the English Dictionary so help me get it in there nah while I finish these Letters. Ent we is Famalee and good friends too, gyul? Do me a lil favour, nah.
As you know, Liz, I have for long been an avid student, even a proponent of the art and science, of jamettry, so you, Britannica and the OED could say I am an expert in this jamettry art that is as ancient as the oldest profession in the world.
It is not only today I studying jammetry so I am well qualified to add Jamettry to Literarily, my compendium of words and their meanings through classical to now times. Some was published in the Guardian and in Demokrissy and as evidence of that Panama paper trail I sending you some of these Literarily (See image this page). I gone for higher/hire now, so talk to Britannica and the OED for me nah, you could tell them we is good friends. I see they just admit the ‘c’ word Ma say she doh ever want to hear me use so you go and find it in the OED along with c-tish, and c-ed endings. They describe it as vulgar/slang for ‘a woman’s genitals or ‘an unpleasant or stupid person’ so they wouldn’t have any problems adding jamettry - which is also a vulgar slang word associated with a woman’s genitals and its functions.
And while you at it, I have a whole series of ‘C’ monologues (C because Ma say doh use THAT word!) They get banned from the newspapers, because although I didn’t use that word, people say too much jamettry in the the explanations and definitions of social actions that they ’fraid would enlighten the universe about golden ratio and ration, meanness and mean, how to stay in divine balance and not get involved in thiefery and thuggery and corruption and thing and to come out of they ignorance and sycophancy (Sycofancee Entry # 5783 in Literarily). So the C Monologues get ban by the powers that be when somebody call they pardner like how they ban all them books across the world, like the Bible and the Quran, Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Alice in Wonderland and Animal Farm - all them nice nice storybooks by Hemmingway and Chaucer and Dr Seuss and like how my books ban in some place that call themselves university.
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I make a full list of them banned books I have in meh library, Liz, so you be the judge or take it to the Privy Council and let’s see if that is any reason for anybody to want to raid and censor meh library, meh blog, meh Facebook; to be pawing and poaching through meh Instagram and Twitter; hack meh website; make threatening phone calls, pelt stones, smash meh face, shoot at meh car and house… You be the judge Liz. That is only the list that get banned, eh, I have plenty more books they might as well ban as nobody reading anyway. I sure you have some of them in Buckingham Palace too and check the British Library, I put some there too. You might want to keep them under lock and key before you little Lizzie granddaughter and Master George get their hands on them. They say these books could corrupt the mind of children, just like all this jamettry corrupt the mind of adults and public officials and make we private sector so enterprising. (See definition of Enterprising in Literarily by Dr Kris, entry #547). So I sending you the list banned in different places (see below) and I sending you here the Literarily, on jammetry. Tell Britannica and OED that I already do all the research on cont-texts and everything right here, so they could cite as the source ‘Literarily by Dr Kris’ in Demokrissy.
Jamettry Meanings & Definitions from Literarily by Dr Kris
1. Noun. Vulgar/Slang. Pronunciation Jam-ett-ree. The trade of a jamette. From Jamette: promiscuous (wo)man. - As illustrated in Denise Belfon calypso, Jamette, 2002 (See below).
Origin: Jamettry is as ancient as the oldest profession in the world.
2.Jamettry/Geometry: Pronunciation Jah-mee-tree. Corruption/colloquial pronunciation of geometry: Branch of mathematics. Associated with the way parts of an object fit together involving deduction of properties, measurement, relationships of points, lines, angles, figures. Assessment of shape, size, relative position of figures, and the properties of space.
The single point from which all lines, angles, relationships of the universe emanate and can be measured to assess and assert balance, harmony, unity in diversity, divine proportions, golden ratio.
3.Abusive term: Term of verbal violence, usually against women. Judgmental of (wo)man’s character. Implies sexually immoral.
Connotative Cont-ext: Used to assert moral/sexual superiority. To cast aspersion on character. 
(Denotes/suggests) insecurity/inferiority complex, bullying mentality. Attitude towards opposite sex when insecure about sexual or other competencies such as how to run a country or a government or how to respond to media.     
4.In Now Times: Further additional meanings - Related to:
i. Jami-it: To grind on sensually. To wine on suggestively. ‘Jus hold Dem & Wok Dem’!
ii.Jamming The art of mindless disassociation from social reality as in ‘We Jamming Still’;
iii. Hooliganism: See blog, ‘Jus’ Call Me Cooligan’ #Demokrissy.
5.  Additional Applications
a. Loss of objective understanding of unity in diversity; of the way the parts of an object fit together by manipulating properties, measurements, distorting angles, points, lines, accentuating relationships with public figures in exploitative relation to their community/society/country
b. Association of government, business and other sectors to plunder and pilfer resources and properties of any shape, sizes generally utilizing relations to figures in positions of authority in a manner deduced to be corrupt. (As illustrated in David Rudder’s 1988 calypso, Panama, see below)  
c. Illegal activity conducted in full view of the public, fully and publicly sanctioned by the authorities and justifiable in law;
d. May invoke verbal or physical abuse, censorship, raids on offices when exposed, against anyone attempting to investigate, explore or uncover jamettry;
e. To maintain status quo of one percent versus the rest: ie. To keep ‘the remainder’ in state of impoverishment and dependence and dotish defence of indefensible; golden mean vs meanness.
f. Discordance between payments and receipt of goods or income and supply of goods ie distortion of angles, processes, principles of business, manipulation and skewing of divine proportions; rationingof t he golden ratio.
g. A society so engrossed with jamming that it has forgotten how to take stock of itself and demand accountability from those it assigns mandate to serve.
h. Friendly associations between government and business that influence and impact on the nature of business transactions between state agencies and its suppliers.
i. Term used to stimulate jamming – ie mindless forgetfulness so as to deflect from focus on issues of the day as ‘in a pappyshow land where nearly everything is a pappyshow’ (See David Rudder, Panama below)
Jamettry: Attribution: KrisRampersad: LinkedIn/Instagram/Pinterest/YouTube/Demokrissy
So Liz gyul, you see why I too humming, the tune of the day:
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
With Denise Belfon I adding the angles of the kankalang in relation to the music of the spheres that tangential to the raging winds and waves and uproar outdoors, the violence, the disrespect, the slaughter of men, women and children and the rot and chaos all around so you, me, we could sing along:
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
   Jamettry in meh school bag future
To give you some cont-exts, Liz, because I know Britannica and the OED going ask, let me go back to the beginning, Liz, the source and origin.
On the first day of high school, Ma remind me that she put the jamettry in meh school bag.
“Use it well,” she say, putting me in the car with a big sticker that say ‘Licensed for Five Passengers’ though the car cram with ten and might pick up others heading to the Tong.
Ma exudes all the anxiety and expectation on what may lie ahead for my future, as she stands, staring at the smoke trail of the car long after it disappears around the corner and down the hill, trying to find a whiff in the air if here is a dactar or a laayaa in the making. (See definitions in Literarily. Entrees #265 and # 777, respectively).
I will disappoint her, Liz, in that respect because in truth, it was not dactaring or laayaing I would study, as I would focus my time on the study of jammetry. Since there is a lot of jammetry in storybooks, Ma didn’t know that the first thing I plan to do is to join the Princes Town library.
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As soon as the school bell ring to say school finish that first day, I walk up the hill, through the shortcut by Knolly’s Recreation Grounds. It name for your Acting Governor, Sir Courtney Knollys, who open a few things including the Knolly’s Tunnel in Tabaquite when the Governor away and leave he to act, so they name these things after him like Hollywood name things after actors. Later they will rename it Yolande Pompey Recreation Ground after some fellah who was the first oxymoron light heavyweight boxer to fight in an international ring. Although he never win a world title, we like to let people here know we have fighters like all yuh, Liz. We is real badjohns and we could knock out all yuh colonial signs with we boxing because if you remember yuh ban we real badjohns, the stickfighters, who could buss plenty heads. So down came the Knolly’s sign and name and up went the oxy-moron light heavyweight into we Sports Hall of Fame! Just so too, we go knock down the Queen Street sign you put up in Port of Spain and put we own Penny who is also a Queen, not just of a Commonwealth, but of a Universe! Take that Liz. Jamettry woking for we!
As soon as the school bell ring, I pelt out, through the short cut and up the hill on meh way to the library, pass the signboard for Knolly’s Rec. Scrawled at the bottom of the sign is a reminder that the grounds governed by the Recreation Grounds and Pastures Act Chapter 41:01, Laws of Trinidad And Tobago, Act 10 of 1909.
I dodge a corkball from the guys playing cricket on one end of the field, keeping meh eye on the football players, too, although I think that law say ‘No person shall play cricket, football, rounders, or other games dangerous to young children, in any recreation ground.’ But who care ’bout laws here, eh – jamettry everywhere! We would have plenty football and cricket match there, and then one day, irregardless (entry #4677 in Literarily) of the law, they will name the pavilion there after a cricketer. Talk ’bout jamettry!
Liz, that make me wonder if there is a law against reading story books as Ma and Pa had ban me from reading storybooks like Enid Blyton with all them drawings and pictures. They say it just fill up meh head with mumbo jumbo airy-fairy nonsense and I should be reading to become a dactar or a laayar. It is okay to read literature books if they on the school book list, and now I had a loophole if I say I borrow it from the library – always a way to beat the system! I learning jamettry well! You would be proud like Ma, Liz.
Shillingford – the district vagrant – is running around the Knolly’s-soon-to-be renamed Yolande Pompey field, as we would see him doing every evening when the schoolbell ring. The field shouldda really be named after Shillingford because he so exemplify all we national ambitions. He was the brightest boy in he years in the same school I just starting and watching him I shouldda see how the future in my schoolbag with the jamettry. Shillingford so bright that we place couldn’t findda place for him so he gone mad, yes, and so he get enterprising begging for a shilling here and a shilling there so he could live as he wish without working in a land flowing with oil and he had plenty time to run round and round the field in celebration of his emancipation and freedom as I too would one day. People say he mad, and a vagrant – just like that Professor and a Madman who help write the OED – he too bright. I find out ’bout him when I was researching the school history for the school magazine, Dedicated to Excellence. I shouldda see the signs Liz, because he was one of the school best example of Excellence, Par Excellence, but I would lorn good, just how I lorn jamettry real good. It in meh future and in meh schoolbag, as the Doc ruling the country say.
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Is my first day, so I keep Shillingford in the corner of my eye in case he pounce, as I labor up the hill and onto the Naparima Mayaro Road, towards Princes Town. The library just outside the Town named for you grandfather Liz. The taxi stand inside the Tong, so I tell meh brother with the taxi that I will wait for him when he heading back home at the corner by the library so the police wouldn’t stop him for overloading more than ten in he ‘licenced for five passengers taxi’. Because it only had one or two taxis going into the village he just pick-up everybody he see on the way who need a ride, Liz. The village people didn’t mind, because all ah we is one. We live in unity in diversity in the finest principles of universal harmony that jamettry professes. No meanness. We share everything according to the golden ration in divine proportions. He didn’t finish wok till late so it give me good time to stay in the library until it close.
Liz girl, I start to lorn all about jammetry, from the story books and poetry available. By the time I graduate I could see why Ma and Pa think storybook full of jamettry, oui. Just look at meh list of banned books and you go see how much jamettry in there: Fifty Shades of Jamettry and more: The Scarlett Letter, Fanny Hill, Harry Potter, Beloved by Toni Morrison, Gone With The Wind…
Jamette. Jamettish. Jamettry of Poetry
Liz, I start to read poetry with gusto – the real jamettry poetry, like Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (See Poem below) that I read and I sure you read it too. I real spend time on that, eh, analyzing the ‘stately pleasure domes’ and ‘cavern measureless to man’ and ‘deep romantic chasm’, ‘sinuous rills’ and then climaxing ‘in fast thick pants were breathing/A mighty fountain momently was forced…’ That aint sound like jamettry to you Liz? Coleridge write in Kubla Khan about,
 ‘Woman wailing for her demon lover’.
It sound just like the chorus from that Denise Belfon’s song, Jamette, ent?
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Coleridge in Kubla Khan decree:
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced.
  Denise Belfon sing in Jamette:
I need a man dat hard dat hard/To never treat meh bad real bad
When he go I must feel sad real sad/When he come I must feel glad
In fact Belfon song sound no different from that poem with its ‘stately pleasure domes’ and she too, like the Damsel, wailing:
I need a man who's hype who's hype
to stand up like a pipe a pipe
De banana must be ripe be ripe
I will stop there for now, in case they want to buss meh mouth and censor meh analyses for getting too jamettry, Liz. Inbox eh nah, and I will send you the full comparative analysis of Denise Belfon Jamette and Samuel Taylor Coleridge Kubla Khan.
Jamettry, Jamette, Jam-it and We Jamming Still culture cont-exts
There is a lot of other Jamette music filling the spheres around that time, Sparrow, and Kitchener, and David Rudder and Super Blue, plenty plenty singing all kindda Jamette woman, Bacchanal Woman, Mae Mae, Ethel, Bethel and Skettel…
I lorn well about the Jamette culture that grow out of the barrack yards from which all this comes, how it was frowned on by the snobby nose upper classes as lewd and crude but celebrated in the protest literature of the 1930s. Jamettry was a way to rebel against oppression, exploitation and violence. The proponents of what was being called the Literature of the Yard were the likes of the early nationalists/writers like CLR James, and Alfred Mendes, Albert Gomes and Seepersad Naipaul adding his own two-piece with his Daisy chumkaying through The Gurudeva Tales – you have to read meh book Finding A Place to find out more about that time. Rikki Jai will later tell the story of his Sumintra exhibiting the same kind of jamettry as Belfon and she pardners Destra and Allison, and Draupatie too coaxing Bissessar into she jamettry.
You know, Liz, by the time you had over to we to be freeto practice we jamettry, jamettry was already an important part of the lexicography in the intellectual construction of nationhood. Nation-language defined by Edward Kamau Brathwaite (Barbados) developed in conjunction with jamette folk culture in the barrack yards that came to be celebrated at Carnival time. Liz, you start the barrack yard housing development style so I don’t have to tell you that barrack yard people live close close together folking up the place so of course everybody inside everybody business, and everybody could spot jamettry in everybody else that now inside every housing development scheme you could think of. It make for good bacchanal, Liz, and political fork-tongue speech.
Carnival Jamette bands was jamettry Par Excellance in protest of and in imitation of the massas of the French Creole plantocracy and other classes. I would see for myself, covering J’Ouvert later, the doh-kay-damn attitude and behaviour, pouring onto the Savannah Street and stage.
Now that is freedom! I couldn’t wait to join! My particular favourite is the Dame Lorraines sporting and wiggling gi-normous jamette parts stuffed up butt, hips and breasts – there is hope for me yet Liz. That’s where the likes of Nikki Maharaj Minaj get it from, in case anyone wondering. She music is a prideful product of this jamettry, packaged for exportation.
The unsuspecting celebrants maybe did not know that when they think they laughing at the upper echelons one percent - who put on masked balls wearing costumes like Dame Lorraines, in imitation of their maids - they were really laughing at their massa laughing at themselves eh. Nobody sure who the jokes on who, but everybody laughing and having a goodtime. Pure jamettry. And we jamming still!
I became an aspirant, so by the time Belfon sing that song, me too could chip along in full fervor, now deep into meh education about the art of jamettry:
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Although me aint no feminist, I applaud the Jamettry long-celebrated by feminists too, as an indication of women taking charge of their own destiny, they bodies, their sexuality, the independent spirit and rebellion against oppressive patriarchy with the roots in the complex colonial plantation system with its intertwining of race, class and wealth stratifications: all that really mean mean men who like to abuse and take the golden glow from women and make them blue black with hard slap and blue by calling them jamette and thing….blue in every colour and pigment.
Though most of the intellectualising fall short of telling anybody about the damage that all this causing, making people like sycophants, lapping up and internalising and blindly replicating the massahood culture of dominance, exploitation and oppression so they even calling themselves and everybody else jamette because people tell them they is jamette long time so they say let’s celebrate we jamettry.
I join in too, yes. In the struggle to end violence against women, I talk to and interview plenty women, telling about how they man call them jamette to put them dong, and about verbal and other abuse to degrade them and make them feel small. Plenty women in high and low places tell me how, when men feeling they not as bright as them and cannot respond on equal footing to any argument, they man would call them jamette and other names so they go shut up.
We join-up to get the government to sign the United Nations Convention on the Discrimination of All Forms of Discrimination Against Women and in UNESCO trying to make sure them gender-sensitive things included in other culture conventions too.
In all of this, I didn’t give up meh own jamettry. I coming up to be an expert, for sure.
Monumental Jamettry in heritage 
In London and Paris there was plenty pus-pusuring (Pus-pus refer Literarily entry #893) and whispering in drawing rooms about jamettry. So I gone there to advance meh studies in jamettry and get some hard slap for doing so, too, because they doh want  to lorn bout they own jamettr they think nobody else should – typical jamette-man.  
In Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables,
With all that, Paris is a good soul. It accepts everything right royally; it is not too particular about its Venus; its Callipyge is Hottentot; if it but laughs it pardons, ugliness makes it merry….
A Hottentot cannot be changed into a Roman outline
In Thackeray’s Vanity Fair, more whispering:
"Marry that mulatto woman?" George said, pulling up his shirt-collars. "I don't like the colour, sir. Ask the black that sweeps opposite Fleet Market, sir. I'm not going to marry a Hottentot Venus."
I get curious about this Hottentot Venus who sound like she is a jamettry hottie like Belfon Saucy Wow!
shake your body around, like you's a blender
bend down and touch the ground and mek dem holler
for de jammette, de jammette, de jammette
I study she a lil bit, and even follow the trail to the British Museum and the Musee de l’Homme. While I suppose to be studying journalism in Cambridge I take a weekend to study jamettry in London and Paris – and what better place to lorn about jamettry than in Paris eh?
This Venus Hottentot was not no play act. She was real woman. When she was living, she was paraded around London and Paris and people pay to see she or to poke she big behind and other jamette parts. She was dead at age 26 and even when she dead, she parts was put on display in the museum. She was used in studies of the human anatomy to support stereotyping and racial applications of Darwin’s theory of origin of the species and the theory of natural selection.
I join my friends lobbying for the return of her parts for a respectful burial in her homeplace in South Africa which was finally done in 2002, the same year Saucy Wow and all ah we singing,
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out the Jamette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Saucy Wow itself! This Venus Hottentot, aka Sarah Baartman, who endure the epitome of the worst kinds of humiliations to which women have ever been subjected was the image of images of the jamette women that the French planter class women use to dress up like at their masked balls, the same kindda masked balls they had in Port of Spain too – frowning upon jamettry and mocking it so they dress up like that. In turn, to mock the uppity French massas, the maids dress up like their mistress who dress like the jamette they call Hottentot. So the maids thinking they mocking the massas when the massas were mocking the maids – really a whole lot of jamettry all around.
In Trinidad, they call this Hottentot figure Dame Lorraine, the quintessential jamettry character of Traditional Mas in the Trinidad Carnival, and I hoping to be one and wave a jamette flag for me lovely nation.
It is the most succinct example of how we have internalized colonial stereotyping and replicate it without knowledge of implications and meanings and symbolic representations that have resulted in the entrenchment of racism and prejudicial attitudes and behaviour. Pure jamettry!
I guess that’s why reading so painful because the truth not nice an we just want to jump and wine and have a good time everybody say the word, jamettry, and that’s why they threaten to buss yuh head and damage yuh if you read too much because it okay to have no censure for your jamettry, and censor you learning nah. Though all them long list of books that all these governments ban people still reading them, ent?
While you think about that, I getting my Panama Papers ready because like David Rudder I tell Mama I going to Panama, on the trail of the golden ration of Paradise in El Dorado….
Jamettry: Holy Dread! Drinking Honey/Mountain Dew to enter Paradise
Inspired by Kubla Khan, I get a brainwave that I could make good use of me jamettry for distraction from that hard and naked truths so I pull out the jamettry tool box Ma put in meh school bag.
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The tin metal box is the same colour like my freshly starched uniform - navy blue skirt and white shirt - Ma iron it good after she sew it on she brand new sleek, sexy looking Singer sewing machine that she save up and buy from she lil market gardening and sewing for people.
It is a second-hand jamettry set but this jamettry really look like it pass through many many hands and might even be as old as the oldest profession in the world - the rubber missing, the wooden tips unsharpened, the nibs rusting, the face scratch-up…
You could still recognize even with the scratches, the words in white against navy blue background, "Oxford Mathematical Instruments complete and accurate Helix”. So now I had the tools to wok hard to find the double helix to unlock the secret of this jamettry DNA.
It make me take meh head outta story book long enough to look at the tools in the box. Inside the scratch-up goldy-silver tin case is a compass with one long leg and one short leg with a screw hole. Next to this had some transparent flat plastic with writings on them. I would learn that I should call the two plastic triangles set squares though I can’t figure out why because they look to all intents and purposes like triangles not squares. But that is scientific logic against creative dreaming, I guess. There is a straight ruler and one that look like a semi-circle with markings on it that I would learn is a protractor, and there is a stencil with the alphabet in capital and common letters.
I look at the set meh new friend Debbie, sitting next to me, have. It brand new, no scratches, and it have a brand new sharpener, eraser, and lead pencils too. I borrow Debbie sharpener to sharpen my long pencil. I break it in two and put the jagged edge part in the compass hole and screw it on. I save the other part with the eraser to come in handy.
Liz, in all the years of friendship although we share plenty things, she never once give me a contract or me she, and we still friends, eh. Debbie - who never let anybody know, except one day we talking and she tell me she related to Sir Solomon Hochoy who you appoint as we last Governor, Liz - had none of the airs of the any of the plantocracy. She is no one percent, she part ah the majority. Is unity in diversity and all ah we living as one.
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I attach the pencil on the compass, stick the long point on the page and by rotating the pencil was making a perfect circle. This is quite an accomplishment for me whose every attempt at a straight line always turn into squiggles and curls. I couldn’t even baylay roti round good so it could fit on the chowki and the tawa, much less draw a circle (refer to Literarily entries #7561-5). Most time it come out looking almost like a map of Trinidad - the roti and the circle. Doh laugh nah gyul. The ruler and the stencil would help my cause of writing my name and subject on the covers of my book, too. Jamettry Par Excellence! 
Liz, just as I was getting use to experimenting and using meh jamettry, they stop me in meh track. They tell me that all I would do now is dabble and to really use meh jamettry, I have to take Applied Maths and Applied Physics.
I puzzled. Maybe the math I lorning all this time is not to apply to anything?  Maybe that’s how people who graduate from this place don’t know how about applying maths and using they jamettry to understand the associations and relationships between angles, and sizes and shapes, to structure and form and how one thing could affect other parts of the universe based on the tangential relationships in the divine proportion of the golden ration, as you would know if you use you whole jamettry Liz.
If they know how to use all the parts of the jamettry they would know how to do sums better, as I tell meh pardner the contracter son, who sit next to me the next year, because Debbie place in a next seat. He inherit he father company but he never give me a contract, Liz, and we is still friends.
Since he in the private sector and maybe know how them does deal, I have a mind to ask him about divine proportion and golden ration which as a business man he must know we in the same class together and we could finish that Conversation on the question that nobody ask:
If a Kaiser Ball – that is the head huncho of balls - is one dollar, how much Kaiser Balls you should get if you pay one hundred million dollars, how much tanks that would fill, and how much you would have left to bank in Panama after you get your Panama Papers and buy a DC-9 and build two towers in Canada when you convert that to United States green bucks dollars (see contexts, David Rudder calypso, Panama, below Liz, for easy reference).
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And we could even talk about what angle I should take on this thing that puzzling all ah we: If all of we is one famalee and one percent have ninety-nine percent of everything, how much that leave for the other remainder of the ninety-nine percent; and if the one percent pay off the one billion dollar debt of one State Enterprise how much it would leave to free-up all ah we to develop we jamettry since as one famalee all ah we have the same DNA and double Helix jamettry set. All these things puzzling me to ask meh pardner in the public and not so public sectors.
Ah tempted eh, Liz, when they trying to bully me to take this advanced maths and physics where I they say I could really use meh jamettry. They ask me to choose, but TELL me to do Science because I bright, I already gearing up to pursue professional jamettry so I exercise meh democratic rights and choose the Arts so I could continue to read story books and full meh head with mumbo jumbo airy fairy nonsense on the path to my own version of professional jamettry.
All this time I find a loophole in the system. Because jammetry is all about twists and turns and angles and measurements I figure I would try to put me jammetry to use on Kubla Khan for good measure. I would apply maths and physics anyway to meh jamettry poetry.
Jamettry Flowers to Life
Is Jamettry that help me put the missing parts of the world story, together, Liz. From the single point of where the compass sticking on the paper, I make this multi-petalled flowers and then copy them on to cloth to make embroidery and string art.
I later learn that you call it the Flower of Life. That is the same flower Dan Brown write about in the Da Vinci Code, that get people vex and some ah them ban it in some places too.
I already know this flower of life, Liz, not from the Da Vinci Code and western literature and art and architecture and monuments, with the triangle that there was identified as the Masonic symbol. Not from Milton Paradise Lost which I could also compare with Kubla Khan Paradise though one is a big thick book-poem and one is a couple pages.
As I learn to use my compass and the protractor and ruler and the squares that look like triangles from meh jamettry set, not just the Flower of Life taking shape. But triangles and pyramids and pentagons and hexagons, and circles within circles and circles, all emanating from this single static point of my compass.
Jamettry Angles, Tangents, Twists & Turns of Seething Chasms
Liz, like a damsel with a dulcimer, I start to make the music of the sphers, latitude and longitude and everything. I check the angles of the ‘deep romantic chasm which slanted/Down the green, the circumference of domes, towers; the heights of rills and Mount Abora; the breadths of walls. For that I study plenty of your castles, Liz.
I project measurements for the ‘caverns measureless to man,’ ‘five miles’ and the ‘twice five miles’ on the dimensions to stately pleasure-domes’, ‘walls and towers.’
I calculate the movements and pace of the ‘earth fast think pants’, ‘half-intermittedly’, ‘fragments vaulted’, ‘meandering mazy motion’, ‘dancing rocks’...
I estimate the time factors in ‘ceaseless’, ‘forests ancient as the hills, ‘momently,’ ‘half-intermittedly’…
I look at the spatial physical cont-exts in the natural environment and its elements water, air, earth: of the chasm, earth, hill, Mount, dale, grove, moon, sea, ocean, river, garden, cave, mound; and the built environment: fountain, dome, rill, tower, walls…
I circling Kubla Khan domes and gardens, and the one in the UNESCO yard, the patterns in monuments and landmarks which form the building blocks of everything around. It show how well constructed building blend art and nature, how point and angle related to form and structure and create order out of chaos. Jamettry on a solid foundation show how to make proper calculations of how much of what could fit into what and in what proportions. Jamettry aint nothing like corruption, Liz, that’s how, Coleridge and the Masonic Master Milton find they Paradise and Copernicus read the stars, and Da Vinci reconstruct the anatomy of Vesuvius Man and he abstract thing like a Mona Lisa smile in immaterial painting and in material architecture; like I find in Gaudi building he Templo de Sagrada Familia, and the Egyptians building their pyramids of Giza and the Mexicans theirs, and in Belfon and Rudder music. And all this time what I know about Fibonacci and Pythagoras and Phi/Pi and thing, eh? I use meh jamettry to analyze Kubla Khan.
I find the divine proportions and a golden ratio to synergise poetry analysis with Sciences and Arts Liz. Ma, and I hooe you too, proud! Apply geometrical calculations and relationships that show Fibonacci formula and Pythagoras theorum and Phi/Pi and all of them things I know nothing about because Arts is only about dream, nah. In this fragment of a dream, I get a whole new angle on analyzing poetry that I would apply to analyzing plenty monuments and artefacts and lost civilisations too, Liz. A whole new world of jamettry open up, oui!
From the sunless sea and lifeless ocean to Mount Arora I sure we could find the secrets to global warming and climate change too, eh, Liz. You think? This poetry full of imagery of all the heritage of sacred jamettry – ask Tromp - not that Trump, the Donald; Tromp - the one all you beat to take away Manhattan from the Dutch, then called New Amsterdam, and rename it New York! Jamettry rules!
With a lil help of some mountain dew made in the towers of your own sugar factory here, Liz, (For mountain Dew refer to entry #4852 in Literarily) like Coleridge and Kubla Khan, I come up with the formula of divine proportions for rationing honey dew, El Dorado, the Paradise everybody looking for!
Jamettry, the Sacred Geography 
It is then I realise that even before Ma put the jamettry made ‘complete and accurate’ by Helix Oxford Mathematical Instruments in meh school bag, it already in meh DNA. You want to know how?
One day we having puja, I aint start school yet. Ma ask me to help prepare the bedi. She running late for Sona Pundit – the same Pundit who would use this jammetry which somehow connected to astronomy to read meh Patra (but that is a next story for another time, Liz). I start with putting Hibiscus flour – not flower - all round the edge of the bedi, like I see him do once before. I was about to draw one big Aum and leave it there but he stop me.
‘This just like Aum,’ he say. ‘Start here, from this point, in the centre.’
Before even reading meh Patra, Sona Pundit show me my beginning and end too. Guiding my hand Sona Pundit show me how to start from the centre point and move outward. We draw a triangle with this point in the middle, and then start to draw other triangles on both sides and build them up like a pyramid, using the centre point he do one pyramid on his side and I do one on my side and they join. He say one side is the upperworld and the other is the underworld. I could see pentagons and hexagons jumping out at me. We add circles and inside the circles we add semicircles with stately pleasure dome peaks to look like lotus petals – the Flower of Life that my compass would later make.
On the single point at the centre of the bedi sona Pundit put the kalsa with a deeya and light it.
‘Bindu,’ he say. ‘That is the point from which all of the universe emanate. Bindu.’
‘You mean bindi?’ I ask. I small but I already questioning even big people like Sona Pundit. Is the jamette inna meh!
‘Bindu, yeah, like bindi,’ he say, looking at me like if I just discover the New World, Liz!
“Bindi, like Ma wearing?’ Ma come to sit to do puja and had put on she sindoor on the path in she hair and a bindi at the centre of she forehead.
‘Exactly,’ he say. ‘That point is bindu/bindi. The foundation of creation, mother, Ma, from which the whole universe, earth, emanates.’ I have more questions but he start the puja.
He hand Ma some flowers, and begin he long Aum, take out he bell and ring and blow long and hard on he conchshell to signify the puja start. All the questions on my lips gone silent as the sound move from the bedi out and out as far out in the world as anybody could hear.
I start lookin for bindi in everything: the point at which all creation natural and manmade, hold the universe in balance when everything has an equal share in divine proportions, the golden ratio, make for harmony, unity in diversity. Is what you might call the sacred feminine, Liz. Ma gave it a name when she give me the tools in meh school bag. Jamettry.
Liz, I find El Dorado. It really was dong in South.
David Rudder: Panama
Panama https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l6s3joSKy0
(Lyrics by David Rudder, 1988)
Ay senor, you see any Trikidadians pass here
You must know them
Big fat men with plenty blue money in they pocket
You no see them senor? No man
Ayee eeeeaye aye
Aye they thief the money
Ayee eeeeaye aye
I find El Dorado
It really was dong in south
But it wasn’t Mexico that them was talking about
Them rich Trinidadians show me this whole El Dorado ting
They here living like lords, but they gone they live there like kings
As they get a lil money in they pocket
They hiding the kakada
And when you miss them scamp and them
They somewhere in Panama
So I I IIIII going to Panama
I got to go to Panama mama
What it is they have over there
Making Trini just gone clear
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some talking bout tens of thousands
I here they mention millions
And so they mention billions
I doh like ole talk so I talking a walk
Look I done buy duty free rum
Pardner, stamp meh passport
Panama here I come
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some talking bout tens of thousands
I here they mention millions
And for they pension millions…
Look, it had a big Chinee gentleman who I doh know he name
They say he was a big businessman and racing was he game
They even call him some kindda ambassador I really doh know
But in this pappyshow land nearly everything is a pappyshow
They say he had a riding pardner they call this pardner the worst
I have to finish the mauvais lang when I reach in the next verse
But meanwhile I I IIIII going to Panama
I got to go to Panama mama
What it is they have over there
Making Trini just gone clear
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some say that is tens of thousands
Them talking bout - millions
I hear they mention - billions
I doh like ole talk ah taking ah walk
Allyuh doh spoil meh fun
Here’s the ticket Panama here I come!
Thousands, thousands, millions, millions…
First of all they used to call him a hero
Now they say he is a son of a gun
They say before they coulda holla Johnny O
How de fellah run
How he life was wide like Moon River
More money than chip chip
But just so the young man make a turnabout and make this Panama trip
How he set up a halfway house in Miami and Canada
He look left and right then left again and then buss it to Panama
So I I IIIIIII going to Panama
I got to go to Panama mama
What it is they have over there
Making Trini just gone clear
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some say that is tens of thousands
Them talking bout - millions
Them talking bout what? - billions
I doh like ole talk you see ole talk jus chip up meh grey hair fine
So Lee Sing and all yuh warm up that DC-9
Warm it up marn warm up the DC-9
That is what I want to fly on
I doh want no L10-11
I want the DC-9
Is we taxpayers money buy that boy, we petro dollars
You hear meh? Warm it up!
This place they call Panama gotta be the hardest hardest
This place they call Panama harder than Trinidad
Them doh wine and march ‘round no Red House
Is molotov gun and thing
And they say the biggest man over dey is the biggest corruption king
And just to prove that Panama could beat we in bacchanal
Jimmy Carter went dey, they watch him in he face
And they take back dey damn Canal
So I I IIIII going to Panama I got to go to Panama mama
What it is they have over there
Making Trini just gone clear
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some say that is tens of thousands
Some talking bout being millions
Ah hear they mention billions
 I want a no smoke seat I doh eat meat
Now warm up the plane breda
On the runway we going by Noreiga
Some say that they gone with thousands
Some say that is tens of thousands
Some say that they mention millions
And they mention what…billions
Thief the money thief the money
Thief the money thief the money thief the money
They gone they gone
Thousands…millions…. 
Jamette https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kXrob3Z6L8
By Denise Belfon
Yes... this is for all the J-A-M-M-E-T-T-E out there, not just woman, man too!
I need a man to come to come
No matter where yuh from yuh from
Could ah be blind or deaf and dumb and dumb
He need plenty not just some
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
I need a man who's hype who's hype
To stand up like a pipe a pipe
De banana must be ripe be ripe
And that's the only time
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna me oh oh oh oh
Make dem whine to the ground and see you later
Twist and turn it around ‘cause we don't cater
Shake your body around, like you's a blender
Bend down and touch the ground and mek dem holler
For de jammette, de jammette, de jammette
sexy jammette, de jammette de jammette
Hotttie jammette, de jammette, de jammette
Saucy jammette, de jammette, de jammette
I need a man in shape in shape
Big and strong just like ah ape ah ape
Who don't stand up deh and gape and gape
Who eh ’fraid to go on tape
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
I need a man dat hard dat hard
To never treat meh bad real bad
When he go I must feel sad real sad
When he come I must feel glad
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
Bring out de jammette inna meh, bring out de jammette inna meh oh oh oh oh
For de jammette, de jammette, de jammette
Sexy jammette, de jammette de jammette
Hottie jammette, de jammette, de jammette
Saucy jammette, de jammette, de jammette
Ha ha ha ha how yuh like dat? I like it too
De kindda man I want is de kindda man to bring out de
De Real me. Yuh get it?
Bring out de jammette inna meh
Bring out de jammette inna meh
Bring out de jammette inna meh
Bring out de jammette inna meh
For de jammette, de jammette, de jammette
Sexy jammette, de jammette de jammette
Hottie jammette, de jammette, de jammette
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Kubla Khan
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
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