Al Creighton

Al Creighton

Classic Shakespeare with a modern twist coming to the local stage

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And like the baseless fabric of this vision The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind.

Breakout poets and the advancement of Guyanese literature

For Me – The Back-Yard Play your Carnival, play your masque, Dance with your Country Club set, Hop, jump at your midnight fete; For these things I’ll never ask – Take them all and leave for me The back-yard scene at dusk: The haze of blue wood-smoke, Morning mist amid mango leaves And the nancy-story fantasies That the cries of kiskadees From long, long ago evoke.  

Reprints highlight Kyk-Over-Al’s service to Guyanese, West Indian literature

Quiet’s Event                                 I The mountains slowly emerge out of mist and cloud This is the epitome of quiet’s event when the sun warm and filled with distant barking of dogs rises inevitably into the mind rises into the world and exists beyond abstraction beyond any attempt to ignore its objective presence, so that we feel eternally alive.