Last week, Guyana celebrated 51 years as a republic. The anniversary was marked by a fairly elaborate official ceremony in the compound of the Parliament building, with an array of performance events.
The Lunar New Year’s Day In crackers’ cracking noise the old year passed away; The vernal breeze brings us warm wine and warm spring day.
Acts of Kindness Family visiting, cousins from the old days, hadn’t been back for forty years, refugees from the bad days of nothing in the shops, fear of always being below, no future for the children, they with gifts, brought back memories, then it was bare food my wife didn’t have; now it was a tablecloth wonderfully embroidered and, for me, bottles of Niagara wine.
The Revolutionary did not look like a ‘Revolutionary’. Didn’t possess Che Guevara’s patchy beard.
Over Guiana, Clouds3 Kykoveral. Strange name for stones, a heap of stones But a strong name to take imagination And tie it to a peak in Time Above lost plains drowned by the later names.
One of the important cultural developments was the rise of professional theatre in the Caribbean.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three, ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stoppest thou me?
Ode to Brother Joe Nothing can soak Brother Joe’s tough sermon, his head swollen with certainties.
Mrs Quasimodo’s Divorce (an excerpt) . . . We lived in the Cathedral grounds.
A lively and valuable gift for the season and a rousing way to end a year whose flame was somewhat dampened by a prolonged pandemic, is a blast of folk songs.
The study of indentureship since its establishment in British Guiana in 1838 has two historical landmarks.
They are here again. Despite the strictures of COVID-19, masquerade bands have already begun to appear on the streets of Georgetown for the 2020 Christmas season.
For Don Drummond Dem say him born with a caul, a not quite opaque white veil through which he visioned only he knew At birth dem suppose to bury it under some special tree.
Attunement of the Senses Who has an eye for Nature’s beauteous forms And lends an ear to trap her melody, Will see the rose a sudden scarlet blush When shyly bursting forth in dewy morn; Observe the riotous splash of colour spilled Across the palest blue of Heaven’s dome; Will harken to the noise of kneeling grass Which furious, fitful winds keep trampling o’er; Will hear the symphony of weeping skies Euphoniously played on tresses green; Will smell the dampness of the rain-scoured earth And deep inhale the fragrance of its flowers; Will taste the freshness of the laughing brook And smack the lips in sheer delight of being; Will feel a oneness with Divinity, Dynamic; indivisible; serene All these and more perceived and understood Is proof .
Albion Wilds Dear Solitude! Where peace and concord dwell, Whose smiling beauties quell The soul’s inquietude.
Bill Rogers is still a household name here so many decades after he was active in show business, musical recordings and popular entertainment in Guyana, the Caribbean, the USA and the UK.
Transfiguration In the ceremony of White The cyclamen girl would answer To her name Aphrodite!
2020 has been dedicated to the commemoration of 100 years since the termination of the system of indentureship in the Caribbean.
There were two very important items of interest to literature in the news over the last fortnight.
Though there are those who create and perform for the love of it, because it is a hobby, or because they are in an environment where professional theatre is not developed, theatre around the world today is big business.