Posted June 22, 2007 · Charles O
Idiare considers my Traffic on a Lagos Expressway to have a Soyinkaesque orientation… I agree. It is true that my foray into poetry has generally resulted from a metamorphosis of prose — whittled, re-arranged, the exact words (and no less) selected and sequenced in the exact order (for it is, indeed, an exacting process), to produce the desired poetic effect.
Nonetheless, I am equally fascinated by the Shakespeares and Dickensons of the world, with their structures and strictures… I remember spending a whole class session in a certain Dr. Urbanick’s Humanities course, analyzing, interpreting, dissecting, … cajoling a curious 13-word piece, contemplating its numerous implications and implicit meanings, ascribing an assortment of exotic interpretations and innuendo to it:
Rowing in Eden Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor Tonight in thee
In another instance, I come upon this rather serious banter between the British journalist (and Communist), William Norman Ewer and Cecil Browne…
Says Ewer:
How odd Of God To choose The Jews
And Browne’s riposte:
But not so odd As those who choose A Jewish God But spurn the Jews
So, I decide to try my hands on an iambic (let’s just call it that):
Sounds like a fair enough (and disarmingly simple) question, no? It’ll be interesting to read your response (in poetry, if you’d be so inclined, of course)…
Nice one, Idiare… you were always one to seize the opportunity to nudge one on…
Added by Charles Oyibo on Jul 18 at 11:38 PM
Who died and made you boss of me?
Your Dream, so i pushed from where you stopped.
Added by idiare on Jun 25 at 08:56 AM