Banished : the new beginning of the ReliX Odyssey, following DigX ~ the moment the poet is cast from the halls of tradition and thrust into the wilderness, for the danger of imagination itself.
In this defiant epic, the poet becomes the outlaw prophet, punished for wielding the pen like a blade, daring to challenge the gods with visions too immense to be contained. What begins as scorn becomes fuel. The wilderness becomes workshop. Exile becomes consecration. And what ornaments he finds there become ReliX.
He takes up the quill like Odysseus takes up the bow ~ and from that posture, unleashes arrows of incandescent language across the courts that disowned him.
The gods, speaking in broken symbols, let their wisdom fall in drool and dust ~ but the poet picks it up, reforges it in ink, and fires it back with prodigal force.
And when the myth deepens in Banished II & III, we descend into the psychic underworld ~ a dream-haunted childhood home now stalked by devils, volcanoes, and fig-laced omens. It is a confrontation not just with exile, but with legacy ~ with ancestral wounds, cosmic wrath, and the alchemy of shame into power.
Together, these works do not seek forgiveness. They mark the beginning of an age.
The gods exiled him.
But the poet replied with thunder.
BANISHED II ~ cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller
In the daliences of my day,
I had supped the sweetest,
And taken his name in vein.
The first fires of Prometheus lit my way,
As I began to paint, from shame.
I could not believe what it was that I did make
A world of my own fate
I recognized memory and form ripped from the fading dawn
Of my curiosity which stuck my hands into the fire to find
A power, greater than mine
The tool created
I was impelled by all,
The ghost spoke through my fingertips.
With the power of a God.
I have tasted the nectar.
~ LF