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.
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.
One of the most significant developments in the theatre in Guyana now is the return of The Link Show. After
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.
The audience at the National Cultural Centre (NCC) was entertained and enlightened by a fairly unique theatrical experience on Saturday, February 2, with “Musings of A Poet” produced and performed by the National Drama Company (NDC) of Guyana.
Pocomania Long Mountain rise, Lift you’ shoulder, blot the moon, Black the stars, hide the skies, Long Mountain, rise, lift you’ shoulder high.
“Musings of A Poet” is a theatrical performance to be staged at the National Cultural Centre on Saturday, February 2 at 8 pm.
My grand-father sailed on the ship Red-riding Hood: part of a straggly band of yellow humanity.
(BBC) – Silver is the shiftiest of colours. It never knows if it’s coming or going.
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.
The festival of Christmas is an extensive and complex one; the largest and most popular in the world.
The National Dance Company staged its annual production “Christmas Funtasia” a week ago.
Guyana now has an annual National Poetry Slam. This represents not only an entertaining event, but an important development of a popular performance form and a significant recognition of this form as a further addition to national literature.
There is a new film currently in circulation in Guyana, which has already found its way further afield, particularly in the USA, and will no doubt go further.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
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.
Home These days when I’m away too long, anything I happen to clap eyes on, that red phone box, somehow makes me miss here like nothing I can name.
An interesting, different, very significant and perhaps fairly unusual production was presented on stage at the Theatre Guild Playhouse a week ago. “Greens
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.
It may be said that Guyana’s newest feature film was released last week.
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.
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