Poetry and rallying cries

Dulce et Decorum Est      Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,  Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,  Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs  And towards our distant rest began to trudge. 

Arnold Itwaru and diversity in contemporary Guyanese literature

arrival                                            this is the place mark its name the streets you must learn to remember   there are special songs here they do not sing of you in them you do not exist but to exist you must learn to love them you must believe them when they say there are no sacrificial lambs here   the houses are warm there’s bread there’s wine   bless yourself you have arrived                   listen keys                       rattle locks                      click doors                    slam                 silence     roomer   here I cower from the day’s drain and glare a shadow a wrinkled skin cover me gently night’s linen prepare me prepare me                          separate ways   stranger in the sunset I long to know you To touch the poem of your presence To dispel this loneliness But the sun darkens And we go our separate ways                                   Arnold Itwaru   These selected poems by Guyanese writer and academic Arnold Itwaru make statements about contemporary Guyanese literature and about Itwaru’s contribution to it.

Review of Aftermath of Empire

By Frank Birbalsingh Roy Heath’s oeuvre of nine novels proclaim him as one of the finest Anglophone Caribbean novelists, and certainly one of the best from Guyana, so it is something of a surprise that Ameena Gafoor’s Aftermath of Empire: The Novels of Roy A.K.

Of Singapore, Greek mythology and Edwin Thumboo

Ulysses by the Merlion                 (For Maurice Baker)   I have sailed many waters, Skirted islands of fire, Contended with Circe Who loved the squeal of pigs; Passed Scylla and Charybdis To seven years with Calypso, Heaved in battle against the gods.

Religion, theatre and Waves of Emotion

Ever since the early development of human civilisation there has always been a very close relationship between religion and theatre, or at least between theatre and spiritual belief and ritual.

Dharmic Sabha pursuing revival of Ramlila in Guyana

Throughout last week there were performances of Ramlila at venues across Guyana. These were done by a performing group from the Ayodhya Research Institute of India, hosted by the Guyana Hindu Dharmic Sabha which took them to the locations in rural communities for four performances: Groeneveldt (Leonora), Yakusari (Black Bush Polder), Tain and Bath.

Glorifying Guyana: Independence programme celebrated nationhood and identity

O Beautiful Guyana                                      O beautiful Guyana O my lovely native land More dear to me than all the world Thy sea-washed, sun-kissed strand Or down upon the borders Looking down upon the deep The great Atlantic Blown into a fury or asleep At morn, at noon or better In the crimson sunset’s glow I love thee, Oh I love thee.

From ashes we rise

By Philbert Gajadhar “From Ashes We Rise” is the latest in the series of exhibitions from the University of Guyana’s Creative Arts Division located in the Department of Language and Cultural Studies.

The National Gallery at 25

By Alim Hosein Guyana’s National Gallery of Art, Castellani House, celebrates its 25th anniversary this year, having opened to the public on May 24, 1993.

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.

In praise of women writers

Ode to Aphrodite Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers, Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress, With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit Lady, not longer!

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.  

Racy comedic theatre: nothing new

Last week we commented on the huge popularity of stand-up comedy on the Guyanese stage, and the way it sells tickets over and above all else in the local theatre.

Wanted: A rescue for the street masquerade bands

Today, around the streets of Georgetown, small, straggly groups of youths dressed in motley costumes can be seen prancing about, almost to the rhythms of two or three lazy-looking drummers who stand at the side of the road.

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.