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Black Narcissus (1947)
IMDB rating: 8.10
Plot: Five young British nuns are invited to move to a windy “palace”, former house of the concubines of an old general, in the top of a mountain in Mopu, Himalaya, to raise the convent of Saint Faith Order, a school for children and girls, and an infirmary for the local dwellers. Sister Clodagh (Deborah Kerr) is assigned as the superior sister, and her liaison with civilization is the rude government agent Mr. Dean (David Farrar). The lonely and exotic place and the presence of Mr. ‘Dean awake the innermost desires in the flesh of the sisters, and Sister Ruth (Kathleen Byron) becomes mad with the temptation.
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Directors: Powell Michael
Actors: Farrar David,Sabu,Knight Esmond,Noble Shaun,Whaley Jr. Eddie,On Ley,Foster Maxwell,Drama,
What do you think of Dis Heah South Got Its 'Superstitions' poem?
Tin dripped sprinkles leaked puddles,
Watering Spider Lily, Narcissus blooms, roots.
Front porch steps lined white scents. Beloved.
Yard greened early Spring. Cypress, cattails,
Blue, water Hyacinths.
Needle lace rose curtains. Old eyes.
Cataract hazed brown.
"Tain’t good a’tall. Not dis heah
Fall in thuh Spring. Spring in thuh Fall.
Bad. Bad Nights. Days."
Misty fog Nighted one candle’s dawn glow yellow.
One newspapered, walled room.
One bowl meaty rabbit stew. Coarse, sweet bread.
Cat winked. Dog curled. Beloved.
Emily’s Morning.
Emily’s Night.
Rattle, tattle, swish, tic, tic. Winds played
Screens’ music. Black clouds tore starred skies apart.
Oak, Elm, Chinaberry trees bled leaves.
Mimosa pink fluffs flew.
"Emily…"
"Who out in dis storm tonight?"
"Emily…"
"Come on in. Come in. Dis ole woman not afraid."
"Emily…"
One owl’s feather floated before her eyes,
As a hawk’s talon felt her heart.
We have a superstition in the South…if you hear your name called by someone unseen…do NOT answer it. It will take you to death. The owl’s feather is a sign of death, too.
mayers….HOW did you ever get to level 6….sad.
Jenny…uh, ain’t no jest in this one. Done heard those voices myself. All dead relatives.
I’d Be Like….this dialect is the old Southern Negro dialect, I heard so often as a child. It’s pretty well gone now. Dying with the ole folks. Sad. It is a gorgeous, rthymic, deep-heart kind of speech.
Yahoo doesn’t know what words mean what anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s a Southern Black dialect….see if they delete ‘black’ now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Regwah….then, "Louisiana Got Somethin…." is this dialect once again…being posted now.
Jeff..point taken and not agreed on. You missed alliteration, setting up for the monologue. Emily lived with beauty around her, and was very attuned with Nature.
If I was writing a poem about Mexico, but wrote that dialect in the Queen’s English, instead of how it is really pronounced, would it add to, or take away from the poem? SHHHEEEESH!
RELAX!!!!!
Octogen…nope. Not time yet.
Yessum, miz honeychile, ya done be spoke truth about a byootiful langwage gittin plumb fergot. I heared it from wen I wuz a tike the size of a tadpole, an purt neah leart to speek it afore I wuz talkin english. It is the words of the deep south, spoke by tha old folks who neether read ner rite so good if atal. Not only by black folk, but all country folk reqardless of color, race, religion, national origin, or any of them other thangs that make for "political correctness". If’n ya want a good dose of it, just watch the movie "Tammy". I loved it. Debbie Reynolds did an excellent job sounding like my Great granny.
Dondi | Jan 02, 2009
I felt dusk and saw dawn.
Duh | Jan 02, 2009
cold…….
……truth…
Mek & the SOLITUDE of Delirium | Jan 02, 2009
It’s a good start, but sorely needs revision. For starters, get rid of the hackneyed slang…
wmayers99 | Jan 02, 2009
And as Spring in Fall, real or imagined, death came calling to Emily is how I read this. Been scaring the Girl Scouts around the campfire again? lol
neonman | Jan 02, 2009
Powerful last two lines, to complete the jest. Kudos.
jenny | Jan 02, 2009
too early to comment on this one
deep!
Good read. I was entangled from the start.
giggles | Jan 02, 2009
signs
DAHha Bring it on | Jan 02, 2009
this one reminds me of what my granny told me. it has been so long ago that she told me this as a child. i still cringe when some one knocks on my door. it is a memory that will be forever in my mind. thanks for the thought of my granny
hip lady | Jan 02, 2009
You should make a YouTube
video so we could hear
these with the accent.
I'd be like…. | Jan 02, 2009
I have asked for a you tube.
She doesn’t have speakers, I don’t think she has a mike & web cam.
Regwah | Jan 02, 2009
We have superstitions such as these. I adhere to the rules of them, call me foolish. This is a great verse that shows the "ol’ time" wives tales and such . Great pen!!
Sin | Jan 02, 2009
Well, that’s the way the knee grows. Frankly, the dialect makes me uncomfortable. When I was growing up, this was (in print) the way whites implied that blacks were either uneducated, or less intelligent or both. I am sure that is not your intention, but the well has been poisoned and I can’t drink from it anymore. That’s not the only problem with language. The first seven lines are too clever by half. When I attempted to speak them aloud, I discovered that you had written a tongue-twister. Words should impart meaning not inhibit it. The sudden shift into dialect made each seem particularly egregious. While I’m being a grinch, let me ask if there is any good reason for replacing a word echoing the sound of a clock with a homonym indicating a facial twitch?
I guess you’ve explained, more or less, what your intent was. I’ll call this a noble failure.
P.S. Levels are determined purely by the quantity of answers, and have zip to do with their quality. How do you think I got there?
Jeff Jacob Lourie | Jan 02, 2009
Ain`t heard Nutt`n like dat since the days of Paul Robeson, an dat "ole man" river that kept on rollen along. But done a lot of sweat`n and a strainin since them days
Heard the noises name a calling so many times, Owls and their feathers was common place in my youth, barn and tawny, with an occasional screech as well.
Seen them chase the ghost moths by the 1000s at dusk. Know the superstions but never been affeared of them. Thanks a million for that poem.
Aint never been a litte drunk though, and never been in jail. Legless yes.
Your right about the southern drawl it says 8 misspellings
octogen | Jan 02, 2009
An experience done with love and art.
haroldpohl2000 | Jan 02, 2009
If I hear someone call my name I cannot see, I will for sure not answer.I hope I don’t see any owls soon.This was a great read.You took us there.I believe that is what good writing is all about.
gale s | Jan 02, 2009
Good poem.
Dogs ahowlin’ at midnight ain’t no good omen neither.
Grandma Pat <>< | Jan 02, 2009
I never grew up in the south, but the family is from there. I’ve heard so many legends and stories, I wish I had. My fondest memories are of our Chinaberry trees. Yep, we got them in AZ. I’d make bouquets in the spring, and pelt my sis with the berries in the fall. Those are the perfect childhood trees to me. Thank you.
spirit | Jan 02, 2009
Learn a new thing every day. Now translate that into Southern Talk. Interested to know the superstitions.
Kate Alex Bahleef | Jan 02, 2009
Pedro Bishop