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 III ~ cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller
The devil has found his way
To my Grandmother’s home,
And is writhing around in there
As marbles dropping down the stairs
He bellowed through the halls;
“What have you done?”
The devil has made his home
And he crushed those little mud figures, for the fig
A red volcanos burning in the dark,
Cast a shadow across the whole world
It was the flame of a falling star
That dropped like tears from the cosmos
Into a pool of flame, reflecting who we are.
~ LF