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August | 2015 | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. Month: August, 2015. August 24, 2015. Book Review: Music and All That Jatt. Malcolm Gladwell once described the 10,000 hour rule: that to be accomplished in a certain field, one needs thousands of hours practicing. A question plagued me throughout my reading of Avant Garde, Jimmy Jatt’s autobiography: how many hours could be accrued to the entire span of an active twenty five year career? Through the span of the book, Jimmy Jatt vo...
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March | 2015 | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. Month: March, 2015. March 25, 2015. Guest Poem by Two Poets. By Kayode Taiwo Olla and Carolyn Banks. I wish we could go to the beach. And watch the sun turn bleach orange. But I hear you hate orange. If you hate orange, would you also hate my ranch? I wish we’d love the hum’n color of dark. Or yellow — like peach, like oranges. Like bare twinberries round and succ’lent …. And forage seedbed in your range! Spare me this heartache.
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On Akello: Book Review | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. On Akello: Book Review. In Letters to a Young Poet (an essential read for every young writer) Rilke opines that love is the most difficult task entrusted to us . A century has passed and these words still hold water today. Abigail Arunga’s debut book of poems called Akello contains more than 80 love poems of varying lengths and temperaments but ultimately lends itself to the finality of Rilke’s position. See vulnerability, I don’t ...
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POETRY: Kalakuta by ‘Niran Okewole | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. POETRY: Kalakuta by ‘Niran Okewole. Chief priest say water no get enemy. The lean figure of Koola Lobito strolls down. The fire-dancing god’s shrine, sax hanging. From a chain minted in the forge of Goree. It is the prerogative of icons. To look and laugh at the teachers of nonsense,. The bare bottom of the sax. Since its incarceration, it no longer wears. Trousers – farting sorrow, tears and blood. All hail expensive shit. You are...
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Monday Poem | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. Where memories come out to tan. Let memories come out to dance. Ghetto super stars or Bagco super sacks:. The radio oscillates between memory and currency. Ol’ Dirty Bastards or Alias 4.30,. Do we need jute bags to carry these memories? The menu is a clump of pretentiousness,. What would you really like to eat? Me or this brickwall between us. Time passed too fast,. We forgot the masons we employed. Now the music is rhetoric. Pleas...
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How I Failed Fela by Dami Ajayi | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. How I Failed Fela by Dami Ajayi. The word was out: someone had lost his laptop and the echoes were baffling, as a few other examinees came up with reports of their stolen phones, about three in number. The class representative returned saying we had annoyed the boss. The class came into a loud uproar and everyone was vehemently opposing this prescription of our coordinator, more so that the prescription disturbed our examinations, ...
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June | 2015 | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. Month: June, 2015. June 14, 2015. Have you stretched love’s Chalaza. Have you found utopia in a telephone. Call, a tinny familiar voice that keeps. A candle burning in your caravan? Have you made do with intangible. Presence when compromises will not suffice? Have you had metaphysical fights? Have you burnt midnight with a twig of defiance? Have you taken happenstance with a gulp of mercy? Have you watched days climb on.
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13 Questions | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. Have you stretched love’s Chalaza. Have you found utopia in a telephone. Call, a tinny familiar voice that keeps. A candle burning in your caravan? Have you made do with intangible. Presence when compromises will not suffice? Have you had metaphysical fights? Have you burnt midnight with a twig of defiance? Have you taken happenstance with a gulp of mercy? Have you shrugged off an infidel thought of ecstasy? June 14, 2015. Next Pos...
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February | 2015 | Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. Month: February, 2015. February 9, 2015. Guest Poem for Introspection: memory too forgets by tosin gbogi. How does a seemster singe his country. Without threading into treason. How does he say his mind. Without losing his mind. How does he singe for instance bars. Behind which bards were banished to rest. Of the kindly hearts of hope, muzzled. By cassowaries wandering with letters of death. And the seagull cries. On Tuesday Poem: B...
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Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Temporary lodging for thoughts in transit. September 6, 2016. Tuesday Poem:A Young Mother’s Monologue by Timilehin Olagunju. Belle dey worry me before. To sleep sef, dat one na yawa. Because say I wan born pikin;. Now wey I don born,. Pikin come dey worry me. I tap my husband, make him wake up,. Make him change Baby pampers,. Make me sef close eye small,. He say that one na woman job,. When e dey sweet am,. Him no talk that one o! See as this yeye man dey snore,. 2 Let it g...
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