He is illiterate, I gave him that name. A man who has no skills, no property, no family or lover, and he sings his anguish so loud that he gets rained on by plant pots but also applauded on stage.
I call him Beat-en on account of the beatings I have witnessed, and the hypnotic beat he employs when he sings. That is clever of me, but his enchantments are overwhelming for some.
He sings people to ecstasy and then sleep…
When we encounter him, all of the stalls have fallen asleep in line with his spells, and lost their intimate treasures to fingers from behind the curtain.
He merely seduces, he will say.
