The art of Winslow Craig

By Alim Hosein Winslow Craig’s work, currently on display at Castellani House, is ample proof of his genius, even though it shows only a part of his many creations.

Whither chutney

Last week saw the height of carnival in Trinidad and Tobago: J’ouvert, Ol’ Mas, Carnival Mon-day and the end of the festival on Carnival Tuesday.

A look at Philip Sherlock’s ode to Long Mountain

Pocomania                                                                                  Long Mountain rise, Lift you’ shoulder, blot the moon, Black the stars, hide the skies, Long Mountain, rise, lift you’ shoulder high.

The significance of Twelfth Night

Journey of The Magi                                                                   A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

Valuing Ringbang and Eddy Grant’s contribution to Guyanese literature

Electric Avenue    Down in the street there is violence  And a lot of work to be done  No place to hang out our washing  And I can’t blame all on the sun, oh no    We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher  Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher    Workin’ so hard like a soldier  Can’t afford a thing on TV  Deep in my heart I’m a warrior  Can’t get food for them kids, good God    We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher  Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher    Oh no  Oh no  Oh no  Oh no    Who is to blame in one country  Never can get to the one  Dealin’ in multiplication  And they still can’t feed everyone, oh no    We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher  Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher    Out in the street  Out in the street  Out in the daytime  Out in the night    We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher  Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher    Out in the street  Out in the street  Out in the playground  In the dark side of town    We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher  Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue  And then we’ll take it higher    Eddy Grant    Edmond Montgomery Grant, more widely known to the world as Eddy Grant, was in the news recently because he was conferred with the degree Doctor of Letters by the University of Guyana at the institution’s 52nd Convocation.

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.