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Writing Language, Culture, and Development
Writing Language, Culture and Development has 2 essays, 6 stories, 63 poems, 2 plays, and 50 translations into 13 languages; Chinese, Japanese, Nepalese, Arabic, Russian, Korean, Kiswahili, Shona, Hausa, Idoma, Igbo, Akan Twi, and of course, English, from Authors and poets who reside in these among other countries: South Africa, Japan, Vietnam, Nepal, China, Korea, Rusia, Tunisia, Nigeria, India, USA, Canada, Australia, Italy, Zimbabwe, Ghana, Kenya, and the UK, who are connected to these two continents, Asia and Africa. Nurturing South-South interactions and interlocutions, spiritually is an open ended discourse and praxis. It is envisioned that this ground-breaking idea will serve as a tes...
Where I Belong
Smeetha Bhoumik is an artist celebrating her deep engagement with poetry. Her main theme of work is the Universe Series, exploring the mystery, oneness and unifying energies of the universe in oils and new media, shown in national and international exhibitions.
Because Sadness is Beautiful?
"Tanaka Chidora writes with the nerve and verve of firework displays in these poems. There is "a peace armed to the teeth" here, and over there "words are just fugitives scuttling away from the recognition of the reader." Through this burst of iron vocabulary discipline, the poet suggests that even if sadness could be all we are left with, we still need to give sadness a try until it becomes beautiful, because sadness has always been beautiful, anyway." - Memory Chirere, University of Zimbabwe
Epochs of Morning Light
"In poet and artist Elena Botts' new poetry collection: epochs of morning light, we see a shimmering, variegated new voice; we hear: "where the trees still talk to each other, and winter feels like a song..." (from When I have died we will be here). We feel the weather of her emotions; a contract with the ethereal and the visceral, as when we stand within the short but large poem: blossoms back to under the earth: "I felt your ghost move through me out past the Baltic as though you had been in my heart the whole time." In this sensual canvas, beauty never suffers from loneliness, nor the sublime. Each poem herein as Botts wanders memory and weaves tapestries of word worlds, reveals a true and original voice in modern poetry: allowing light to conquer darkness; darkness to defy the estate of the sun, and colors mixed in ways only an artist of the pen could fathom..." - Robert Milby, Hudson Valley New York poet, Poet Laureate, Orange County, NY 2017-2019
This Body is an Empty Vessel: Poetry
Here is poetry that is personal yet spreading to have its tentacles struggling to grip into other equally slippery facets of life. In brief, Beaton writes his poetry to assuage his personal feelings yet in so doing he ends up massaging our shared experience - as Malawians, Africans and just as humans. Beaton has observed, learnt, and is growing in the Malawian poetry space. Thus, he also comes to the stage bearing the Malawian influence on his poetry.
The Big Noise and Other Noises
From The frightening Big Noise of the approaching caterpillars sent by government to build a new dam; to the thundering Other Noises of the caterpillars, again sent by government to destroy their shacks; and to the graduates playing soccer wearing full regalia in the streets of Harare, life for the average citizen has never been the same. Then the 93-year-old president, Robert Mugabe, was forced to announce his resignation, and Tonderai, one of his secret agents skips the country fearing for his life. Of course, that was after another big noise that saw armoured cars and many people filling the streets of the capital, rejoicing that the dictator had been deposed. Before that there were other noises that frightened people away from their homes, but this time the noises that frightened people were made by those who had silenced the big noise. A confusion reigned. Graduates were jobless. People fled the country to other countries to become political as well as economic refugees.
This is Not a Poem
Richard Inya’s This is Not a Poem as deceptively titled throws up a lot of lines that plaintively probe into the reader’s reasoning and sense of right and wrong. The poems are highly evocative and drum in rhythmic cadence a sort of impatience with our seeming contentment with the anomalies of our society.
The Scholarship Girl
Pushcart Prize nominated Abigail George is a South African blogger at Goodreads, essayist, poet, playwright, short story writer and novelist. She briefly studied film at the Newtown Film and Television School in Johannesburg. Her writing has appeared in many anthologies in South Africa and online in e-zines across Africa, Asia, Europe, and the United States. She is the recipient of writing grants from the National Arts Council in Johannesburg, the Centre for the Book in Cape Town and ECPACC (Eastern Cape Provincial Arts and Culture Council) in East London.
