Showing posts with label Black British. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black British. Show all posts

May 5, 2023

One Minute Book Review: On Poetry

 

Roger Robinson

What is the name of the Book?

On Poetry

Author
: Roger Robinson

Who is Roger Robinson?

Roger Robinson is a writer, musician, and performer who splits his time between England and Trinidad. He won the T. S. Eliot Prize in 2019 for his book A Portable Paradise published by Peepal Tree Press. He is the second Caribbean writer to win this prestigious UK poetry award after Derek Walcott in 2010. In May 2020, A Portable Paradise became only the second poetry book to win the Ondaatje Prize.

Publisher: Roger Robison

What is the book about?

On Poetry focuses on the art of creating poems and presents fresh perspectives on the writing process. Roger provides candid and pragmatic guidance on pursuing poetry as a calling and includes prompts to inspire creativity.

Why am I reading this book?

I am always looking for new ways to think about the craft of poetry, and veteran poet Roger Robinson has a lot to offer, especially in structuring and orchestrating poems.

Favorite quote from On Poetry:


“Poems Are Empathy Machines Poets don’t get into poetry for money, they do it for vocation at least I feel like that anyway. Poets can touch hearts and minds; they can translate trauma into something people can face. Sometimes there’s a cost for the poet to do that as it takes looking at the trauma right in the face and then allowing others to bear the idea of trauma safely. That’s why I write poetry. It is a chance for me to practise being radically vulnerable and as a result poems can become empathy machines. Poetry when it's read is a valuable chance to practise empathy towards the stories, sensation and concerns of the writer and with that practice of empathy hopefully one can go out in the wider world and be more empathetic. Poetry is my serious attempt to create change in the world.”

Where to buy:
https://rogerrobinson6.gumroad.com/l/wrbcu or visit his web page: https://rogerrobinsononline.com/


October 15, 2021

Meet the Author: Andrew Moss

STRONG IN BROKEN PLACES

 

STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES will be hosting a virtual "Meet the Author" with Andrew Kwabena Moss on October 21, 2021 at 5:30 pm (ET/USA).

Andrew Kwabena Moss is an Anglo-Ghanaian writer who specializes in Anansesem, the storytelling tradition of the Akan-speaking people of West Africa.

Andrew is a writer and teacher who has lived in the UK, Japan, and Australia. His work seeks to explore and challenge liminal landscapes, complex identities, and the social constructs of race. Most recently, Andrew’s poem, “Ecology of Healing,” is featured in Poetry for the Planet and The Best New British and Irish Poets Anthology 2019-2021 by The Black Spring Press Group. He has also been published by Afropean, People in Harmony, Fly on the Wall Press, and Sound the Abeng: Writing Black, Aboriginal & Indigenous Lives (https://www.soundtheabengmarvamcclean.com)

STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES is a writing collaborative that stretches across the globe, scripting a narrative with literary warriors who are intentional in writing truth into history, in exposing the ugly truths of social injustice while at the same time offering up the healing power of words. Writers speak from the intimate chambers of their souls to reveal the redemptive power of storytelling and community through words designed to inspire, entertain, and provoke thoughtful responses.

 

October 21, 2021 @ 5:30 PM ET/USA-

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November 28, 2018

New Book: Filigree: Contemporary Black British Poetry

Jeremy Poynting

Filigree: Contemporary Black British Poetry
Authors: Various
ISBN: 9781845234263
Pages:127
                                        Price: £8.99                                      


Filigree, a new anthology of contemporary Black British poetry published by Peepal Tree Press, a leader in Caribbean and Black British Literature, will be launched on 23 November 2019 at King’s College, London. It follows in the footsteps of its predecessor, RED (2010) which has been described by Michael Rosen as, “a major contribution to the diverse cultures of blackness.” Filigree’s inclusion of fresh voices from a younger generation of Black British poets illustrates Inscribe’s commitment to producing groundbreaking anthologies. Included are young Poet Laureate’s of London, Poets from the Octavia collective, Barbican Young Poets and The Complete Works as well as a wealth of other recognisable names.

Filigree typically refers to the finer elements of craftwork, the parts that are subtle; our Filigree anthology contains work that plays with the possibilities that the word suggests. Writers were invited to contemplate the ‘unspoken essential’ and ‘intangible tangible. ’Award winning poet Hannah Lowe author of Chick and Chan describes what came in response as “testimonies and remembrances… poems of resistance and bombast, and hymns of love of all kinds” forming a collection which explores and celebrates the delicate and finer elements of Black British literature.  

In the anthology’s preface, Dorothy Wang writes, “most (white) poets and poetry scholars assume, consciously or not, that the only poetic interiority that matters is a white interiority. Thus, the endless poems by the white poets with every emotion and quotidian observation presented to the reader as if they were profound and universal truths, applicable to all mankind.” Filigree defies this assumption, forces its readers to challenge their ideas of poetic interiority, and celebrates the variety of poetry produced by these poets. Throughout the anthology’s journey, editor Nii Parkes says he has, “revelled in the quirky turns of phrase and argument, the contemporary yet timeless imagery, the boldness of much of the work. At each turn I am more and more convinced of a future for British poets of colour embroidered with the finest of prizes and widespread critical recognition.” Filigree includes compelling work from established Black British poets residing inside and outside the UK, as well as new and emerging voices of Inscribe poets who have been nurtured and supported by the Inscribe Writer Development Programme.


Editor: Nii Parkes

Nii Ayikwei Parkes is an author, performance poet, and socio-cultural commentator and advocate for African writing. He is the author of the poetry chapbooks: eyes of a boy, lips of a man (1999), M is for Madrigal (2004) and Ballast (2009), an imagination of the slave trade by balloon. His novel Tail of the Blue Bird (Jonathan Cape, 2009) has been hailed by the Financial Times as “a beautifully written fable…grappling with urgent issues”. Parkes has led forums internationally and has sat on discussion panels for BBC Radio with literary heavyweights such as Booker winner, Margaret Atwood. In 2007, he was awarded Ghana’s National ACRAG award for poetry and literary advocacy.


Foreword: Dorothy Wang

Dorothy Wang is Professor in the American Studies Program and Faculty Affiliate in the English Department at Williams College (Massachusetts). Her monograph Thinking Its Presence: Form, Race, and Subjectivity in Contemporary Asian American Poetry (Stanford University Press, 2013) received the Association for Asian American Studies' award for best book of literary criticism in 2016, garnered honorable mention in the Poetry Foundation's inaugural Pegasus Awards for Criticism in 2014, and was named one of The New Yorker's "The Books We Loved in 2016." The first national conference on race and creative writing in the United States was named Thinking Its Presence (2014) And conceived of and co-founded the "Race and Poetry and Poetics in the UK" (RAPAPUK) research initiative, She has also published on Asian Australian literature.


About Inscribe 

Inscribe, is a successful professional writer development programme run by Inscribe Publications Manager Kadija George, FRSA and Programmes Manager Dorothea Smartt, both published poets.  With its roots in Peepal Tree’s practice of editorial development, Inscribe began as a project to develop specific writers of African and Asian descent in Yorkshire. It was created in 2004 by Kadija (George) Sesay and joined in 2008 by Dorothea Smartt, taking the ACE funded programme, national. An essential aspect of the programme is their series to publish emerging and new writers.


About Peepal Tree Press

Peepal Tree Press is the home of the best in Caribbean and Black British fiction, poetry, literary criticism, memoirs and historical studies. In 2017, Peepal Tree won the Clarissa Luard Award for Independent Publishers, which recognises excellence and creativity in literary publishing. Based in Leeds, it is an independent company, founded in 1985, and features both new writers and established voices. In 2009, Peepal Tree launched the ‘Caribbean Modern Classics Series’, which restores to print essential classic books from the 1950’s and 60’s. Peepal Tree's focus is on what George Lamming calls the Caribbean nation, wherever it is in the world, though they are also concerned with Black British writing.
For more information and bookings, please contact:

Kadija George: inscribewriters@gmail.com
Hannah Bannister: hannah@peepaltreepress.com 
        
                                                 

August 12, 2013

1 Minute Book Review: The Lost Collection of an Invisible Man by Nick Makoha


Name of the book: The Lost Collection of an Invisible Man 

Author:  Nick Makoha  

Publisher:  Flipped Eye Publishing 

What's the book about? 

Nick Makoha's first collection of poems, The Lost Collection of an Invisible Man, recalls the dilemma of Ralph Ellison's protagonist but relocates the angst and passion of displacement in contemporary England. Somewhere between Uganda and England, Nick Makoha is redefining manhood, fatherhood, and intimacy in a Black British context.

Why am I reading the book? 

I met Nick Makoha at the Yardstick Festival. As writers from the African diaspora, I was intrigued by his poems because of the similarity in the themes we  are exploring, but also by the generational and national differences. 

Quote from the book:

The Light 

The city clings like skin to the back of me,
like summer sweat, my oils mixing

with the humidity of the night.
Sleep the language I am speaking,

every move mimicking death.
My body leaves a signature

in the sheets. I rise; my feet touch the carpet’s canvas
cooling me slightly. The window spilling moonlight

into the room. Artificial light born from the TV mimics
the light of the sky. Voices like my vision, blurred.

My hands snakes to the remote to mute the sound
that brought me to sleep and in this moment awakens me.


Where to buy: http://www.amazon.com/The-Lost-Collection-Invisible-Mouthmark/dp/1905233035/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375712586&sr=8- 
1&keywords=Nick+Makoha


About the Author



Nick 'urbanspirit' Makoha is an immensely talented poet of Ugandan origin. On stage he drops he drops a succession of interwoven one-liners so deep that every longitude ever imagined begins to shiver with insecurity. The original poet-in-residence with London's revered performance showcase, Kindred Spirit, urbanspirit catapulted himself to legendary status by disappearing off the poetry scene for two years. He re-emerged in early 2005 with a completed poetry chapbook, The Lost Collection of an Invisible Man, and has begun to reclaim the territory he haunted for many years.

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August 5, 2013

1 Minute Book Review: Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire



Name of the book: Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth 

Author:    Warsan Shire

Publisher:  flipped eye publishing limited

What's the book about? 

The various female personae in Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth confront identity against a background of war, nationalism, and the conflicting claims of religion (Islam) and gender.


Why am I reading the book? I met Warsan Shire at the Yardstick Festival and was struck by the contradictions (Black British/ Somali/ Female/ Moslem) and the sensuality of her verse.


Quote from the book: 

Beauty


My older sister soaps between her legs, her hair
a prayer of curls. When she was my age, she stole
the neighbour's husband, burnt his name into her skin.
For weeks she smelt of cheap perfume and dying flesh.

It's 4 a.m. and she winks at me, bending over the sink,
her small breasts bruised from sucking
She smiles, pops her gum before saying
boys are haram, don't ever forget that.

Some nights i hear her in her room screaming.
We play Surah Al-Baqarah to drown her out.
Anything that leaves her mouth sounds like sex.
Our mother has banned her from saying God's name.






Warsan Shire is a Kenyan-born Somali poet and writer who is based in London. Born in 1988, she has read her work internationally, more recently in South Africa, Italy and Germany. She has a Bachelor of Arts degree in Creative Writing. The artist and activist uses her work to document stories of journey and trauma. She curates and teaches workshops around the art of healing through narrative.


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July 4, 2013

Yardstick Festival Authors: Dean Atta




I Am Nobody's Nigger

Rappers when you use the word "nigger" remember that's one of the last words Stephen Lawrence heard, so don't tell me it's a reclaimed word.

I am nobody's nigger
So please, let my ancestors rest in peace
Not turn in their graves in Jamaica plantations
Or the watery graves of the slave trade 
Thrown overboard into middle passage 
Just for insurance claims
They were chained up on a boat
As many as they could manage and stay afloat
Stripped of dignity and all hope 
Awaiting their masters and European names
But the sick and the injured were dead weight to toss
And Lloyds of London would cover that cost.

I am nobody's nigger
So you can tell Weezy and Drake 
That they made a mistake 
I am nobody's nigger now
So you can tell Kanye and Jigga 
I am not a nigger... in Paris
I'm not a nigger in London
I'm not a nigger in New York
I'm not a nigger in Kingston
I'm not a nigger in Accra
Or a nigger with attitude in Compton
Cos "I don't wanna be called yo nigga"

How were you raised on Public Enemy
And still became your own worst enemy?
You killed Hip Hop and resurrected headless zombies 
That can't think for themselves or see where they're going
Or quench the blood lust because there's no blood flowing
In their hearts, just in the streets 
They don't give a damn as long as they eating
Their hearts ain't beating, they're cold as ice (bling)
Because they would put money over everything
Money over self respect or self esteem
Or empowering the youth to follow their dreams
Stacking paper cos it's greater than love it seems
Call me "nigger" cos you're scared of what "brother" means

To know that we share something unspeakable
To know that as high as we rise we are not seen as equal
To know that racism is institutional thinking
And that "nigger" is the last word you heard before a lynching.

July 3, 2013

Yardstick Festival Authors: Lemn Sissay



Having spent 18 years as a child of the state in children's homes and foster care, you could say that I'm an expert on the subject, and in being an expert, I want to let you know that being an expert does in no way make you right in light of the truth.

If you're in care, legally the government is your parent, loco parentis. Margaret Thatcher was my mother. (Laughter) Let's not talk about breastfeeding. (Laughter)

Harry Potter was a foster child. Pip from "Great Expectations" was adopted; Superman was a foster child; Cinderella was a foster child; Lisbeth Salander, the girl with the dragon tattoo, was fostered and institutionalized; Batman was orphaned; Lyra Belacqua from Philip Pullman's "Northern Lights" was fostered; Jane Eyre, adopted; Roald Dahl's James from "James and the Giant Peach;" Matilda; Moses -- Moses! (Laughter) Moses! (Laughter) -- the boys in Michael Morpurgo's "Friend or Foe;" Alem in Benjamin Zephaniah's "Refugee Boy;" Luke Skywalker -- Luke Skywalker! (Laughter) -- Oliver Twist; Cassia in "The Concubine of Shanghai" by Hong Ying; Celie in Alice Walker's "The Color Purple." All of these great fictional characters, all of them who were hurt by their condition, all of them who spawned thousands of other books and other films, all of them were fostered, adopted or orphaned. It seems that writers know that the child outside of family reflects on what family truly is more than what it promotes itself to be. That is, they also use extraordinary skills to deal with extraordinary situations on a daily basis.

How have we not made the connection? And why have we not made the connection, between — How has that happened? — between these incredible characters of popular culture and religions, and the fostered, adopted or orphaned child in our midst? It's not our pity that they need. It's our respect. I know famous musicians, I know actors and film stars and millionaires and novelists and top lawyers and television executives and magazine editors and national journalists and dustbinmen and hairdressers, all who were looked after children, fostered, adopted or orphaned, and many of them grow into their adult lives in fear of speaking of their background, as if it may somehow weaken their standing in the foreground, as if it were somehow Kryptonite, as if it were a time bomb strapped on the inside. Children in care, who've had a life in care, deserve the right to own and live the memory of their own childhood. It is that simple.

My own mother — and I should say this here — she same to this country in the late '60s, and she was, you know, she found herself pregnant, as women did in the late '60s. You know what I mean? They found themselves pregnant. And she sort of, she had no idea of the context in which she'd landed.

In the 1960s -- I should give you some context -- in the 1960s, if you were pregnant and you were single, you were seen as a threat to the community. You were separated from your family by the state. You were separated from your family and placed into mother and baby homes. You were appointed a social worker. The adoptive parents were lined up. It was the primary purpose of the social worker, the aim, to get the woman at her most vulnerable time in her entire life, to sign the adoption papers. So the adoption papers were signed. The mother and baby's homes were often run by nuns. The adoption papers were signed, the child was given to the adoptive parents, and the mother shipped back to her community to say that she'd been on a little break. A little break. A little break. The first secret of shame for a woman for being a woman, "a little break." The adoption process took, like, a matter of months, so it was a closed shop, you know, sealed deal, an industrious, utilitarian solution: the government, the farmer, the adopting parents, the consumer, the mother, the earth, and the child, the crop.

It's kind of easy to patronize the past, to forego our responsibilities in the present. What happened then is a direct reflection of what is happening now. Everybody believed themselves to be doing the right thing by God and by the state for the big society, fast-tracking adoption.

So anyway, she comes here, 1967, she's pregnant, and she comes from Ethiopia that was celebrating its own jubilee at the time under the Emperor Haile Selassie, and she lands months before the Enoch Powell speech, the "Rivers of Blood" speech. She lands months before the Beatles release "The White Album," months before Martin Luther King was killed. It was a summer of love if you were white. If you were black, it was a summer of hate. So she goes from Oxford, she's sent to the north of England to a mother and baby home, and appointed a social worker. It's her plan. You know, I have to say this in the Houses -- It's her plan to have me fostered for a short period of time while she studies. But the social worker, he had a different agenda. He found the foster parents, and he said to them, "Treat this as an adoption. He's yours forever. His name is Norman." (Laughter) Norman! (Laughter) Norman!

So they took me. I was a message, they said. I was a sign from God, they said. I was Norman Mark Greenwood. Now, for the next 11 years, all I know is that this woman, this birth woman, should have her eyes scratched out for not signing the adoption papers. She was an evil woman too selfish to sign, so I spent those 11 years kneeling and praying. I tried praying. I swear I tried praying. "God, can I have a bike for Christmas?" But I would always answer myself, "Yes, of course you can." (Laughter) And then I was supposed to determine whether that was the voice of God or it was the voice of the Devil. And it turns out I've got the Devil inside of me. Who knew? (Laughter)

So anyway, two years sort of passed, and they had a child of their own, and then another two years passed, and they had another child of their own, and then another time passed and they had another child that they called an accident, which I thought was an unusual name. (Laughter) And I was on the cusp of, sort of, adolescence, so I was starting to take biscuits from the tin without asking. I was starting to stay out a little bit late, etc., etc. Now, in their religiosity, in their naivete, my mom and dad, which I believed them to be forever, as they said they were, my mom and dad conceived that I had the Devil inside of me.

And what -- I should say this here, because this is how they engineered my leaving. They sat me at a table, my foster mom, and she said to me, "You don't love us, do you?" At 11 years old. They've had three other children. I'm the fourth. The third was an accident.

And I said, "Yeah, of course I do." Because you do.

My foster mother asked me to go away to think about love and what it is and to read the Scriptures and to come back tomorrow and give my most honest and truthful answer. So this was an opportunity. If they were asking me whether I loved them or not, then I mustn't love them, which led me to the miracle of thought that I thought they wanted me to get to. "I will ask God for forgiveness and His light will shine through me to them. How fantastic." This was an opportunity. The theology was perfect, the timing unquestionable, and the answer as honest as a sinner could get.

"I mustn't love you," I said to them. "But I will ask God for forgiveness."

"Because you don't love us, Norman, clearly you've chosen your path."

Twenty-four hours later, my social worker, this strange man who used to visit me every couple of months, he's waiting for me in the car as I say goodbye to my parents. I didn't say goodbye to anybody, not my mother, my father, my sisters, my brothers, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my grandparents, nobody. On the way to the children's home, I started to ask myself, "What's happened to me?" It's not that I'd had the rug pulled from beneath me as much as the entire floor had been taken away.

When I got to the — For the next four, five years, I was held in four different children's homes. On the third children's home, at 15, I started to rebel, and what I did was, I got three tins of paint, Airfix paint that you use for models, and I was -- it was a big children's home, big Victorian children's home -- and I was in a little turret at the top of it, and I poured them, red, yellow and green, the colors of Africa, down the tiles. You couldn't see it from the street, because the home was surrounded by beech trees.

For doing this, I was incarcerated for a year in an assessment center which was actually a remand center. It was a virtual prison for young people.

By the way, years later, my social worker said that I should never have been put in there. I wasn't charged for anything. I hadn't done anything wrong. But because I had no family to inquire about me, they could do anything to me.

I'm 17 years old, and they had a padded cell. They would march me down corridors in last-size order. They -- I was put in a dormitory with a confirmed Nazi sympathizer. All of the staff were ex-police -- interesting -- and ex-probation officers. The man who ran it was an ex-army officer. Every time I had a visit by a person who I did not know who would feed me grapes, once every three months, I was strip-searched. That home was full of young boys who were on remand for things like murder. And this was the preparation that I was being given after 17 years as a child of the state.

I have to tell this story. I have to tell it, because there was no one to put two and two together.

I slowly became aware that I knew nobody that knew me for longer than a year. See, that's what family does. It gives you reference points. I'm not defining a good family from a bad family. I'm just saying that you know when your birthday is by virtue of the fact that somebody tells you when your birthday is, a mother, a father, a sister, a brother, an aunt, an uncle, a cousin, a grandparent. It matters to someone, and therefore it matters to you. Understand, I was 14 years old, tucked away in myself, into myself, and I wasn't touched either, physically touched.

I'm reporting back. I'm reporting back simply to say that when I left the children's home I had two things that I wanted to do. One was to find my family, and the other was to write poetry. In creativity I saw light. In the imagination I saw the endless possibility of life, the endless truth, the permanent creation of reality, the place where anger was an expression in the search for love, a place where dysfunction is a true reaction to untruth.

I've just got to say it to you all: I found all of my family in my adult life. I spent all of my adult life finding them, and I've now got a fully dysfunctional family just like everybody else.

But I'm reporting back to you to say quite simply that you can define how strong a democracy is by how its government treats its child. I don't mean children. I mean the child of the state. Thanks very much. It's been an honor. (Applause) (Applause)

October 10, 2012

Closure: Call for Submisions for our new fiction anthology


Internationally renowned and award winning novelist and short story writer, Jacob Ross is editing a new anthology of contemporary Black British fiction. The theme for this exciting new anthology is CLOSURE.

Closure is open to submissions from Black British writers. Our definition is broad. Visit the Peepal Tree Press website or the Inscribe Facebook page for our guidelines, which is simply one of self-identification i.e., if you are a writer ‘of colour’ born, raised, living, or have lived in Britain and ‘self identify’ as Black British, then we welcome your submission.

The anthology will be published by Peepal Tree Press in Autumn 2014, under their ‘Inscribe’ imprint.

FOR FULL DETAILS:

‘Triggers’ to get you started/Guidelines To Submissions/How To Submit Your Story/How To Prepare Your Manuscript/How To Submit Your Story Visit
http://www.peepaltreepress.com/whappen_display.asp?id=54

NB: Jacob Ross, Peepal Tree Press’s Associate Fiction Editor will be running Masterclasses around the country well before the submission deadline (between October 2012 and June 2013) to enable writers to develop their craft before submitting a story. You are advised to sign-up for the Inscribe mailing list through the Peepal Tree Press website as spaces will be limited and will be filled on a first come, first served basis.

Visit www.peepaltreepress.com for full details of the Closure anthology ‘Call for submissions’ and to find out how to get a special offer discount on selected short story collections.

If you have any queries regarding the Closure anthology or Inscribe, please visit the Peepal Tree website in the first instance.

If you cannot find the information you request, then please contact,
Kadija.inscribe@peepaltreepress.com

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