Poem a Day in Translation

Poem a Day in Translation

I had the pleasure of meeting Clifton Gachagua a few days after I fell in love with 'Promenade'. And being me, of course asked him about the poem: what inspired it; what does it mean; who's the dog; the lady? He shrugged as all genius creatives do when asked such needless questions; for once art is consumed, it's down to the 'beholder' to shape it as they please. What excites me about Promenade is how EVERY time I read it, I want to read it out loud. It demands to be heard, whilst obstinately remaining an enigma. And everytime I read it out loud, the cadence of the hues of the words, the mini worlds each sentence forms, the shape of the feelings it evokes, they keep morphing, like I'm reading it for the very first time. Who maps water?! — Mapenzi

Poem a Day in Translation

Between regaining bits of my memory & recovering from an illness, this poem written by Cullota & Richmond becomes a door through which I am set free, & realising that A'bena & I had long done a recording of this poem in the first week of January. This poem is a journey for me. I hope we both find each other.

Poem a Day in Translation

Grief Worn is an analysis of a grieving person. It is a psychiatric evaluation as well as a commentary on loss. The story of Prophet Jeremiah of the Bible comes to mind here. It is as if Richmond, after listening to the writer of Lamentations, took a notepad and pen to narrate to casual observers the loneliness that loss brings. In communities that promote individualism, life after losing a loved one is a difficult one to navigate. While others are outside having fun, the bereaved are inside feeding on memories and losing touch with the world which they once belonged. Richmond does not just leave us a note on how not to look at the bereaved, they also show us how to approach them with comfort, in the unwritten lines of this poem. A'bena & I try as much to retain the loneliness and sadness in this poem in both the Igbo and Twi languages.

Poem a Day in Translation

Everything about the poem is like dancing the Tango. It addresses vulnerability, the strength and beauty of the male body. The male body is a glorious thing to behold. It is too glorious a thing to be bound by the kind of stereotypes society places on them. I liked that Loic addressed these dynamics.

Poem a Day in Translation

Elizabeth's poem was something I stumbled upon scrolling through Twitter. As I read it, that hymn was an earworm. I marvelled at how well she captured these emotions in text. I liked that she asked questions without attempting to answer them or give some philosophical saying. I think that is what life is all about asking questions you have no answers to. This is how we become whole, questioning the point of it all. As regards language, the parts in Twi were to me what sounded similar to the hymn. French was because I was being whimsical.