On Eric Roach, freedom, culture and traditions

Verse in August                                                  (For Frank Collymore) knock drum draw bow on fiddle strings let rhythm jump and catgut screech let all time jig a kalinda and reel these august freedom days let dead bones rise and dance their own bongos who’ll dance my death farewell?

Signs of an exciting evolution in national visual arts competition

By Alim Hosein The awards ceremony for the 2019 Guyana Visual Arts Com-petition was held at the National Cultural Centre on Thursday June 27, and the Guyana Visual Arts Exhibition was officially launched later the same evening by Minister of Social Cohesion George Norton at the National Gallery of Art.

In praise of African oral and written literature … and palm wine

To Palm Wine                                                     Alimotu of the gourd Lamihun in the fibrous clump Dawn it is that heralds your approach When evening comes, the drum crooks taps Taps, taps in gladness Mistress of tuppence only, yet Chased the millionaire into the forest.

New Day

not hands                                                                         like mine these Carib altars knew: nameless and quite forgotten are the gods; and mute, mute and alone, their silent people spend a ring of vacant days, not like more human years, as aged and brown their rivers flow away.

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.