There was an appreciative audience at the Theatre Royal, North Bridge Road, last night, for the performance by the United Dramatic Amateurs, a body of local Portuguese artistes, of a play in Portuguese entitled "Antonio's Fate." The story concerns the adventures of a fisherman who bartered his soul for a princess and the scenes included a startling “tableaux of hell.” The characters included clowns who raised a great deal of laughter by their antics.
The Malaya Tribune, 20 Oct 1922, p. 6 (link)
Maybe it’s really just a spell that breaks
the mind into snakes, vipers that line
the pit. The train,
that never ends, running on and on and on
until it is September 9, 1926, and everything ends
over and over again.
I am fit.
I am stocky.
I was made for the stage.
I am your proud Kristang gay non-binary space jockey
ready to be plucked and trimmed
and sucked and rimmed;
whatever it takes
to achieve your fantasies,
and boost ticket sales, because there’s really nothing better
than a well-staged lantern, a fire backstage—
a never-ending drama within.
Maybe if you tie me to a wheel,
and gently pierce whatever I feel
triples my earnings;
maybe this will satiated your yearnings.
Maybe if you strip me to a field,
and gently replace whatever I will—
or, in this case, would want, since you’re in the business of failing
to respect my destinies, my sight, my hearing—
maybe if you tear me apart, thrill by thrill,
and put me back on-stage, for the taking.
Maybe if you tell me that homosexuals don’t last,
and shred me to bits in rage, for the satiating
of the script, man and you.
Of what we might call The Taming of the Screw.
As I Liked It? Not really. More like Romeo and the Drill-Bit.
More like Pride, and a Fuck Ton of Prejudice.
More like Great Expectations, not by Charles Dickens
but by you,
reading aloud to yourself in growing, cackling malice,
life by line,
magnification by minute.