Sunday, May 28, 2017
THE ART OF JOHN MADU

THE ART OF JOHN MADU: BEAUTY, MORPHOGENESIS, AND METAPHOR

‘Beauty is a problem for poetry because we no longer imagine beauty as a serious way of knowing,’ writes Associate Professor Lisa Samuels of...
Oyin Oludipe

THE SWALLOWS – AND THE GAMBLE OF REBIRTH

These two months gone, I have observed that poetry can invert itself to be an emotional hallucinogen; that it can, sometimes, betray its very...

RECONSTRUCTIVE STOREYS IN TUNDE OBAFEMI’S ‘TO STORIES’

Hidden within the human construct of stories is an infinite nest of idealisations. For the griot, the voice is the final measure of survival;...
A Morning Like Grey

MOURNING AND THE MORNING: BRIEF GLANCES AT WALE OWOADE’S MORNING

Poets own their worlds. Even in times they do not, their worlds own their words. For from the world's whorls have mind, dreams, begot....
LISTEN IS A NOUN

LISTEN IS A NOUN: A REVIEW OF ECHEZONACHUKWU NDUKA’S ‘LISTEN!’

In Wole Soyinka’s play, Madmen and Specialists, there are weird references to cannibalism. In a complex progression of some farcical sort, they become prelude...
UCHEOMA ONWUTUEBE

THE AUDIO SHORT STORY AS AN EVOLVING NARRATIVE: ON UCHEOMA ONWUTUEBE’S...

When, in 1935, the anthropologist, Margaret Mead observed that a woman who was seeking a career had two choices: either she proclaimed herself ‘a...
A Peddling Stranger

THE OPERA OF THE STRANGE: WATCHING KINGSLEY AYISTAR’S A PEDDLING STRANGER

Subject matter does not concoct poetry—in fact, defiant to structure, subjects can evolve themselves into strange genres. However, expression is what raises the subject...
Lawal Fawaz

THE WRETCHED OF THE COAL: ON LAWAL FAWAZ’S EL CARBÓN SERIES

In a season of futurism and flaunted venerations-of-the-moment, scarcely—often so scarcely—do we encounter a photographic image impelled by a distant past. Taking the country...

INFLAMMABLE: A REVIEW OF FELIX INALA’S QUIET

Many things are inflammable in Felix Inala’s Quiet; many things too palpable – stagger, gusto and scourge. As the curtains fall, Skull cringes with...
Incursions

INCURSIONS: A REVIEW OF TJ BENSON’S RITUALS

There are many incursions in Tarfa’s Rituals—incursions like rain, like memory, like the first consciousness of love. From every page, incursions rebound; and all...
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