. . . Seven days now this womb of sacred waters
Has made its marriage with oblivion
Over the sounding cliff of rock and I
Amalivaca in this tiny wedge
Driven between the witness centuries,
Have drowned my mind within the moving flood,
Married my human to watery particles
Searching the smoothness secret of its power.
There is an ideal Kaieteur of souls
Forever falling finally to death
Dropping their colour, shape and their lost form
From height of time into eternity. . . .
From Amalivaca by AJ Seymour
We received this photograph and these lines of poetry from Mark McWatt who says “This photo was taken by me in 1991, and the passage is from the poem ‘Amalivaca’ by AJ Seymour, whose work seems sadly forgotten these days.” He explains further “blame Vladimir Lucien for this… the first thing I saw on FaceBook this morning was a quote he posted from Wilson Harris’s poem ‘Amazon’ and that got me thinking of poems about Guyana’s interior…”
McWatt also sent the contents of a very brief exchange with
