The news of Nobel Prize winning author Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s death yesterday saddened me. We lost one of the most creative human beings of our time. He enchanted us with his magical realism that combined everyday fiction with the most incredible and improbable characters and narrative which hypnotized you with every word.
He also had a very special way of hooking you with a sentence and making you see, feel, hear, taste and smell, with his words as if you were there, listening carefully, while the story unfolded right before your very eyes. Just read the first sentence in Love In The Time of Cholera and you will see what I mean.
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
Or the first sentence in 100 Years of Solitude where he starts with,
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
How can you not be hooked?
The news left me melancholy but also inspired me to challenge myself creatively in honor of his life. So I decided to write a haiku to the SM58.
I chose a haiku because I wanted to write something short, descriptive and capturing like Marquez’s first sentences. I chose the SM58 because for many years it has allowed singers as well as poets and authors to vocalize their stories, which start as letters on paper. I leave you with my haiku named SM58.
My home is on stage.
Sing to me and I’ll respond,
by sharing your soul.