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The Lure of Poetry

Posted by start 30 April 2012 2 Comments

By definition, poetry is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to its apparent meaning. It has a long history, dating back to the Sumerian epic of Gilgamesh, the Babylonian (modern-day Iraq) in the 3rd millennium BC. The earliest poems evolved from folk songs such as the Chinese Shijing, and from the need to retell epics such as the Homeric epics, the Odyssey and the Iliad.

Written by Elizabeth Namakula

But you wouldn’t be penalized for thinking of poetry as primarily a lover’s companion on the journey to woo the beloved, because it’s also an attempt to render the beautiful without the burden of engaging the logical and narrative process. English Romantic poet John Keats termed this escape from logic ‘negative capability’.

At an evening of poetry to commemorate the month-long US celebration of the Black History Month in February at the Makerere University Institute of Technology, poetry took on a new meaning, that of being a mouth piece for social change.

From the Poetry Night at Makerere University, hosted by the US Mission in Kampala. Photo by courtesy of US Mission Flickr-page.

The origins of the Black History Month, it was explained, lay in the early twentieth century historian Carter Woodson’s desire to highlight the accomplishments of the African-Americans, which had been intentionally left out of the mainstream narrative of American History.

It started with the Negro History Week, and in the 1960’s – at the height of the civil rights movement – American educators – both white and black – were observing the week. But it wasn’t until 1978, when President Carter officially recognized the Black History Month and bestowed the federal government’s blessing on it, that the event became regular in American schools.

For My People

Jason Sabiti’s recital of Margaret Walkers’ poem ‘For My People’ (1942) drove the message home that indeed poetry as a form of expression can be a tool for social change:

Margaret Walker (July 7, 1915 – November 30, 1998), African-American poet and writer

For my people everywhere singing their slave songs / repeatedly: their dirges and ditties and their blues / and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an / unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an unseen power;

For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn / to know the reasons why and the answers to and the / people who and the places where and the days when, in / memory of the bitter hours when we discovered we / were black and poor and small and different and nobody / cared and nobody wondered and nobody understood;

For the boys and girls who grew in spite of these things to / be man and woman, to laugh and dance and sing and / play and drink their wine and religion and success, to / marry their playmates and bear children and then die / of consumption and anemia and lynching;

….

Creating poetic rhythm varies across languages and between poetic traditions according to Wikipedia’s definition of poetry. Yet for this one, the magic was entirely in the subject matter. There was no hiding the true intentions of Margaret Walker’s poem. The audience totally identified with all the emotions it garnered and it wasn’t long before an encore was asked for.

Praise Song for the Day

But with the opening decade of the 21st century, after the election of the nation’s first African-American president Obama in 2008, there is cause to wonder if Margaret Walker’s poem still applies to the civil rights movement, as the poem is loaded with such connotations.

Elizabeth Allen, who was part of the organizing team at the US mission, says it still applies by explaining that on January 21st 2009 Elizabeth Alexander read her poem ‘Praise Song for the Day’ at the Obama inauguration. The poem positions the historic nature of the occasion against the struggle of every day workers who made possible the time in which an African-American could rise to the nation’s highest office:

Elizabeth Alexander reading 'Praise Song for the Day'

Say it plain: that many have died for this day. / Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, / who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,

picked the cotton and lettuce, built / brick by brick the glittering edifices / they would then keep clean and work inside of.

So maybe after all it does.

The trials of being a woman

Ugandan poets at the occasion included Beverley Nambozo, famed for the yearly BN Poetry Award, reciting poetry on the African woman writer and the trials of being a woman:

Africa was born in me, planted like a dream, / fitted like a picture in a frame. / The Equator stretched across my hip / where I laid my curious mind /… / I was born woman. My private and public shame / Cause men to buy from me like a vendor on a market day

Dr. Susan Kiguli, an interesting personality close to eccentric, recited Uganda’s progress since independence through the poem ‘My Mother in Three Photographs’:

Her face looks out flawless / Her sexuality electric / In a mini dress and sheer satin stockings / The girl of the 1960s … / The fortunes of Uganda / Hot and sizzling.

My mother in the 1970s / More somber but her skin still flawless / Her body wrapped in a long Nylon dress … / It is a government decree … Amin nvaako (Amin leave me alone.)

My mother in the 1990s / Neat short hair / Luring in its intricate curls … / a return home, a finding of uncertain peace … / a maturing of a woman and a nation.

The much acclaimed Professor Timothy Wangusa, author and poet, read from his collection of poems and more noticeably was his ‘Meeting adjourned to 6,200 AD’:

… And so farewell, hale-Bopp, on your cosmic way / Till your next encounter with earth / (presuming all things remain constant) / Exactly 4,200 years hence! / Farewell, Hale Dopp.

The rhythm of poetry

The beauty with all these poems lies in the fact that to most of these poets, English is a second language. The English language, it must be pointed out, is a stress-timed language unlike most of the tonal sub-Saharan languages. This makes us stand in awe of their prowess in conceiving poetry with a rhythmic feel in a language not necessarily their mother tongue.

Even if the poems are not as inspiring as Margaret Walkers, they are informative and carry plenty of truth in them. Bearing in mind that not all poetry is written for inspiration.

The USA Mission Uganda together with Femrite, an association for women writers, and the Makerere University Department of Literature organized the event. Dr. Dipio, the Head of the literature department, made the opening remarks, while the Dean of the faculty, Dr. Okello Ogwanga, gave his memoirs of his time as a student in America.

A Night of Poetry

On March 17th at the National Theatre, poetry lovers who visited the Lantern Meet of Poets experienced Jason and his friends’ fascination with poetry. The emcee of the night, Hilda Twongyeirwe, equipped with dark sunglasses and a mouth piece, welcomed the audience with:

“Sit back, have some popcorn and enjoy the Lantern Meet of Poets that humbly started five years ago.”

Poetic devices such as assonance, alliteration, and rhythm were generally used to achieve musical and incantatory effects. Similarly, metaphors and simile created a resonance between otherwise disparate images. There was a layering of meanings and forming connections previously not perceived.

The rich flow of verse, the economy of words telling so much, embarking on themes dangerous and hard to portray in art like power, love, politics, poverty, gender, and age was sheer marvel. All the poems recited were by the members of the group, Lantern Meet of Poets.

Photos from Lantern Meet of Poets, taken from the Urbanlegendkampala-website

On time;

… Caught in the bubble of time and tranquility / The night eventually engulfs the sky. / The fire coloured sun is swallowed by the sea …

On love;

A maiden’s tale of moon and stars / A solitary voice, to which angel’s lobes are tuned …

… Her booty once intact has turned wobbly / Pearls wane from constant touch / Then you will stand a deflected bone / Then your mind will recall …

… Through a quiet voice, a round pearl, a comfort / My other, the voice of my conscience, the wind never sighs but I hear her voice / She is but shadow and death, lost at the edge of my thoughts, never coming home.

On gender;

They collectively called us women / Chicks, bitches, conquests, booty, no soul / A deprived place, they had spared me / I was more than obvious / Inside me ripples of credible love / Somewhere there was rock hard to break / Somewhere I found her, / Me, Venus

On age;

My dear son, that I am of low wit? / Have you forgotten your right to my belonging? / Rings of demise in my ears.

On power;

The man with the pipe has gone / The one with the cigar has come / Listen to my throbbing heart / But listen not to my soul / For I am a daughter of my father

And, there was also one on the recent break out of the nodding disease in Uganda;

… I see headlines but no headway …

Photos from Lantern Meet of Poets, taken from the Urbanlegendkampala-website

 

Responses

But what did the people who attended have to say?

“I had a great evening, this is much better than going to Cineplex and watching movies I can remotely relate too,” Nicholas Mugwanya, a member of the audience, said.

Jason Sabiti himself said; “I come to life when I recite verses of poetry.”

So in a world, plenty with words, poetry stand as a lure for communicating to the soul without the danger of being misunderstood.  Be it for social change or just mere expression, it is a force to reckon with. An art form with no grey areas; it is black or white, right or wrong.

Next time you chance upon poetry, do not dismiss it. It might open a world of possibilities you had never imagined before.

Elizabeth Namakula is a freelance writer living in Kampala, Uganda. Her short story “A World of Our Own” was recently published in the Femrite-collection “World of Our Own”.

2 Comments »

  • Nambozo said:

    so glad to read about how poetry is resonating in our city.

  • vianeyalvyd@gmail.com said:

    helo i belive am good and some times very good but the fact in me remains that am a good story writter and i belive we can do some poetry together as a team and may be write good stories for today and the generations.find and pliz try me at vianeyalvyd@gmail.com