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June 27, 2017

AFTER CHARL LANDVREUGD, MOVT NR. 8:THE QUALITY OF 21Dream of...



AFTER CHARL LANDVREUGD, MOVT NR. 8:

THE QUALITY OF 21


Dream of rooms, forgetting, how to see.

As silent as paintings. Space, in which

We build houses. For all of us to be.


Camera of thought, as if remembering.

Tomorrow’s colony naked and faint.

His moon is behind me, changing.


Come true. Behold our solid beams.

Afraid of not being, be not afraid.

Some things are better than dreams.


- Poems from Pitch Lake are featured in the latest issue of The Miami Rail, just in time for pride.

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Published on June 27, 2017 17:31

April 10, 2017

Arima.
#PitchLake



Arima.

#PitchLake

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Published on April 10, 2017 16:34

April 9, 2017

EVEN before we see it, we learn of it. It is endless, we are...







EVEN before we see it, we learn of it. It is endless, we are told. The largest asphalt lake on the planet, its pitch goes all over the world. Some say it has been used to pave the road in front of Buckingham Palace; others the tarmac at La Guardia Airport in New York. What better symbol was available to me when the time came to title my third book of poems, a book that places Trinidad at the rim of a bristling world? Everybody in Trinidad learns about the Pitch Lake in school. But few Trinis actually set foot on its strange surface; see its swathes of tar, water and mud; bathe among the lilies in its sulphur ponds; witness its effulgent discharges. Somehow we don’t need to. We have an idea of it in our mind, just as things we have never experienced can inhabit us powerfully.



- from an essay on the Pitch Lake and the genesis of my third book of poems, published in the Sunday Newsday of April 9th, 2017. http://www.newsday.co.tt/features/0,242125.html

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Published on April 09, 2017 16:49

March 30, 2017

"We end in earth, from earth began.
In our own entrails, genesis."

“We end in earth, from earth began.

In our own entrails, genesis.”

- Derek Walcott, ‘The Castaway’
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Published on March 30, 2017 07:11

February 22, 2017

A poem is a Carnival costume. Sometimes the costume is skimpy...



A poem is a Carnival costume. Sometimes the costume is skimpy and reveals the poet. Sometimes there is a lot of fabric and embellishment. Always, the body’s movement must be discernible. There must be a human being beneath. 

- entry at the Poetry Society website on my poem ‘Not all of Cazabon’s paintings have been found’, and my sequence published in the Winter 2016 issue of The Poetry Review. READ more here

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Published on February 22, 2017 16:07

December 20, 2016

Four poems from Pitch Lake (Peepal Tree Press, 2017) appear in...



Four poems from Pitch Lake (Peepal Tree Press, 2017) appear in the Winter 2016 issue of The Poetry Review co-edited by Sarah Howe and Maurice Riordan, alongside work by poets Simon Armitage, Fiona Benson, Jorie Graham, Zaffar Kunial, Hugo Williams, Jane Yeh and much more. See more here and read Sarah Howe’s editorial here

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Published on December 20, 2016 08:55

December 14, 2016

"What is a sentence
but a dark room."

“What is a sentence

but a dark room.”

- Joseph Han
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Published on December 14, 2016 17:10

I did the cover design for poet Mervyn Taylor’s...



I did the cover design for poet Mervyn Taylor’s forthcoming book Voices Carry, due in 2017 from Shearsman Books. See more here: http://bit.ly/2ht51BR

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Published on December 14, 2016 17:08

December 10, 2016

Read at Motilal Boodoosingh’s Writers’ Luncheon...



Read at Motilal Boodoosingh’s Writers’ Luncheon last Sunday.

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Published on December 10, 2016 18:32

"Poetry and life are two different outpouring of the same thing; life as we usually conceive it..."

“Poetry and life are two different outpouring of the same thing; life as we usually conceive it contains what we normally accept as reality, but the spectacle of this incoherent and disorderly life can satisfy neither the poet’s talent nor the reader’s imagination … poetry does not contain a complete reconstruction of what we call reality; we have entered a new world.”

-  Jibanananda Das
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Published on December 10, 2016 06:04