She says she sickens at the thought of me.
She says the way I serenade her
Does nothing but degrade her when her friends walk by.
She says she hates my black fedora,
She won’t believe that I adore her,
And every time I try to mention
My marital intention she says ‘Aye aye aye’.
Another way of compressing information is through simultaneous narratives. In this excerpt from The Wedding Song we have three groups, three separate strands of drama. Rose is warning Michael off the chief’s daughter Mia, reminding him of their marriage vows, while the Islanders remind Mia of her untouchable status, which she tensely acknowledges.
You are mountains,
I will be your shepherd