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Monday, December 5, 2016

Would Any of Them Really Be Missed?

No! None would be missed by me.
Ok, so one guy is leaving. He tore up his green card, but he couldn't vote anyway.
He was here on a con. He was NYU's “scholar in residence”. He was their third world token 1986 Nobel Laureate for Literature, Wole Soyinka of Nigeria.
Looked up his body of work. It is more of a skeleton. His poetry is from the Gertrude Stein school of poetry, but without the school.
How bad is his work? Here are some examples.

Telephone Conversation - Poem by Wole Soyinka

The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. 'Madam' , I warned,
'I hate a wasted journey - I am African.'
Silence. Silenced transmission of pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was, foully.
'HOW DARK?'...I had not misheard....'ARE YOU LIGHT OR VERY DARK?' Button B. Button A. Stench ...

I Think It Rains - Poem by Wole Soyinka

I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the parch
Uncleave roof-tops of
the mouth, hang
Heavy with knowledge

I saw it raise
The sudden cloud, from ashes.
Settling
They joined in a ring of
grey; within,
The circling spirit. ...


I Think It Stinks! m/r


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