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SLQ Daily, 01 October 2020

Esiaba Irobi
Photo: Olu Oguibe

October 1, 1960, Nigeria shook off the tyranny of colonialism
from Britain to become an independent nation.
Many Nigerians across the world celebrate this today.

October 1, 1960, a poet and playwright, Esiaba Irobi was born,
in Biafra. He lived in exile all his life in Nigeria,
Britain, the United States and Germany.
Of all the places he lived in exile, he loved Nigeria the most,
fondly referring to his host as “My own fucked-up cuntry

We celebrate the birthday of Esiaba Irobi today.

May 3, 2010, a mischievous rumour spread across the world;
DR ESIABA IROBI IS DEAD. THE MINSTREL HAS DIED IN BERLIN.

How does somebody who wrote Nwokedi, The Colour of Rusting Gold,
Hangmen Also Die, The Other Side Of The Mask, Cotyledons, The Fronded Circle, Inflorescence: Selected poems, 1977-1988, Cemetery Road
and Why I Don’t Like Philip Larkin & Other Poems get to die?

Many of us, Esiaba’s friends, don’t even believe he is dead.
Maybe we are mad, yes, like those nuts out there who don’t buy
the deaths of Tupac, Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson, the last superstar.
Esiaba is one of those people that defy death.

I even wrote a play, Funeral of the Minstrel, a rite,
to process this, and it still does not add up, so I will just say,
and I hope you all join me in saying, as loud as possible:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ESIABA IROBI.

Nnorom Azuonye


I am not a major poet? But Philip is? What makes Philip
a better poet than me? Because he wrote, “they fuck you
up your mum and dad, they may not mean to, but they do…?”
Who, in England, from a middle class family, was not
fucked up by his mum and dad? Who?
– (excerpt from ‘Why I Don’t Like Philip Larkin’ by Esiaba Irobi)


OLU OGUIBE
Seven Stations of The Cross
(For Esiaba Irobi)

From Leeds to Liverpool,
Liverpool to London,
London to New York,
New York to Towson,
Towson to Athens;

The beaconer takes his bow in Berlin
And the exile becomes Myth:

Seven stations of the Cross.

I leave to live, said he
I exit to exist.


“When man waits and waits for God to act and God does not act, he takes on the role of God and acts. That’s why He made us in his own image.”
– Esiaba Irobi


ANDY WILLOUGHBY
Elegy for The Minstrel: Esiaba Irobi (after Neruda)

Through the drag of workdays, with your
Starburst smile and your flash of light,
With your syncopated rhythm,
Over piles of fractured bureaucratic language
From marking cover sheets, from tedious evaluations
Of quality, I hear you faintly, so distant now,
But the volume builds as you pound the big
Drum between your legs, call out for a response,
Over years, over continents, over the debris of
Our prime – you come drumming,
Banging through the buzz of humbug,
Silencing the moronic harpies of political correctness,
Shutting up the shrivelled whine of dry balled academics,
Calling forth a dance of resistance and orgasmic joy,
You come drumming,
Over ruined dreams of independence,
Over fields of civil war dead,
Over the hidden corpses soaked in oil
And covered up by shells full of dollars,
You come drumming,
In your fine robes with your pounding feet
With your thrusting hips
With your raucous laugh and righteous howl of laughter
You come drumming
Beating out a warning to the Beasts of Sandhurst,
Dragging into the light the secret police with their
Cowardly meals of ground glass in mashed potato,
Their Columbian neck ties,
Reducing the roar of tyrants into the buzz of
Dirty little mosquitos,
Composing your dance of rebellion and unstoppable human joy,
You come drumming,
Over the fields of middle age, over the fearful desert,
Over unspeakable silence of loss,
Over the graves of poor mothers,
And poverty emasculated fathers
Over the stilled rivers of molten steel,
Over the waters of the Tees, the Thames, the Mersey,
The Niger, all the world’s rivers, over pipelines greased with
Sweat and human blood,
You come drumming, and singing
Of revolution, of love, of sexual joy,
Of the pleasure and fires in great poetry
Of early Walcott and Neruda, of Soyinka,
Of Guevara, of Brecht’s first anarchic ballads,
Of Oxtail soup and the best kind of chilli
Of Goat curry with Rice and peas
Drowning out the drone of the conformists,
The vicious rumble of the bigots,
Cancelling out the hum of the vacuum of infinite space,
Demanding a place at all the parties to celebrate freedom
You will never be able to attend with us in person again,
Ensuring we will sing your songs and dance with your
Smile exploding within us,
Old friend, you come DRUMMING.


excerpt from ‘King James Version’ by Esiaba Irobi in Why I Don’t Like Philip Larkin & Other Poems

I KNOW A FUCKED UP ENGLISHMAN as clever as a fox
who does the mischief that is done in everybody’s heart
anywhere we gather to celebrate the festival of Ogun.
No one ever sees blood on his fangs but we all know,
deja vu, that everytime Ogun is rimmed or nibbled in the arse,
it, most certainly, is by his imperial majesty, King James IV.


ZINO ASALOR
The Returning
(To Esiaba Irobi)

Buried behind blinking seas
Of fire
Is a glance that beckons,
Death-cries of a Lion
Teasing the hyena’s gut
Yet retreat in a twirl
A giggling seduction

Seeds of your sowing
Sprung from my soil, questions
The sort of a setting sun
Turning her back, returning
Already sure
Of my speechlessness

Hearts must be brave in wars
Of life, I know; but glints
Of bow’d arrows reveal
Crimes un-committed
My feet remember
Another law of war
The lore of Gomorrah’n
Candle sticks that dared trap
Quills of wind in their eyes

So I flee, a free man
With slave chains to cotton
Fields; the cracking whips of
Eternal tutelage

Who are we but as errant ships
Sailed from the ports of mercy
Calling onto the other
As to a mother, and you are
The rain that relieves the cloud
The howl of the moon that excites the sea

Sequestered in questions,
Conundrums burst open
Coconut water of undiscovered selves
Penning shadows on pale pages by day
Pilfering snatches into
Drooping eyes of your night

Are you all one, cocooned
In this caves of wonder, teeth
Of the same slanted smile?
You smile as though
It was you who first discovered wine

Cast away in the corner rooms
Of maybes, struck in mid-speech
Like eyes caught in the fishing nets
Of Calliope’s bust
Your genius illumines the shadowed
Places of my heart

Reeking of inchoate
Desires and shameless thirsts
For the punch of your gin
To which no throat replies
The caress of vines that stable
Drunken tremors of a life without

When all that remains is
Tar stains on Life’s aged lips
When all left behind is
Ashy tendrils rippling
Through the desert dunes of Heaven’s gates

Who. Will. Tell. Your. Story?


excerpt from ‘Why I Don’t Like Philip Larkin’ by Esiaba Irobi

I

NOT BECAUSE he wrote obnoxious verses such as
‘Prison for the strikers, bring back the cat.
Kick out the niggers, how about that?’
or
‘Who is that feeling for my prick
Is it Tom, Harry or Dick?’
afterall we all wrote such doggerels at Oxford
just to amuse ourselves while listening to Louis
Armstrong’s ‘When the saints go marching in’
on Philip’s gramophone: His master’s voice.
It was the age of jazz. in those days it was fun
to jazz things up a bit. Just a bit. A little bit…

Yeah man!

From W.H. Auden we learnt jazzing things up.
Jeering, we learnt from T.S. Eliot, that erudite,
anti-semitic arsehole, whose surname and initials
are an anagram for ‘toilets’, who mangled verse
like an idiot, an art perfected in Gerontion:
‘My house is a decayed house. The Jew
squats on the window sill, the owner…’
or
‘Full fathom five your Bleinstein lies
Grave’s disease in a dead jew’s eyes…’
I forget the rest of his seductive, scintillating shit.
You see, Philip, was sometimes, like T.S. Eliot,
a political blockhead but, always, a marvelous craftsman.

Yeah man!

SLQ Daily, 30 September 2020

Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (October 2020)
EARLY BIRD PROMOTION ENDS 30-SEPTEMBER-2020

Roger Elkin, Judge

The SLQ Poetry Competition this quarter to be judged by Roger Elkin will close on 31st October. The Early Bird Promotion offering 15% Off Entry Fees must end at midnight 30th September.

We are expecting a strong contest having already logged 250 entries from the United Kingdom, Ireland, Australia, China, France, Germany, Belgium, Greece, Netherlands, Spain and Malta. Get your entry in today and let’s see about prizing it.

Prize Fund £535.00

Learn more about the competition and enter now >>>



Gap Year by John Foggin and Andy Blackford, SPM Publications, Poetry


Ukamaka Olisakwe, Monday Writer, 28 September 2020

The Sentinel Literary Quarterly Monday Writer this week is Nigerian essayist, poet and novelist Ukamaka Olisakwe. She is the author of Eyes of a Goddess and Ogadinma – a novel published in September 2020. Learn about the author, read the Monday Writer Interview, Ukamaka Olisakwe in conversation with Nnorom Azuonye. There is also a short excerpt from Ogadinma and ‘Girl to Woman’ her short story first published in Sentinel Nigeria in May 2011. This is Ukamaka Olisakwe, SLQ Monday Writer>>>



Read of the Day

A.C. CLARKE
Starvation 1945

A woman scoops tea from the week’s ration
into the prewarmed pot as her mother taught her,
settles herself with the morning paper.

Grey bodies strew the page in random heaps:
somewhere in Germany she’s never heard of,
bare ground, black trees. And bodies.

The picture brings to mind that morning after
a Blitz night, when she walked down Regent’s Street,
shopfronts blasted out and mannequins

scattered across the street awkwardly splayed,
and much too thin for life. She turns the page,
sipping her tea. Best not to look too close.

Her daughter leans across the table:
we’re running low on butter coupons.

‘Starvation 1945’ by A.C. Clarke was highly commended in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (July 2020) judged by Terry Jones.


Blast from the Past

CHRIS MAJOR
Diagnosed

We stayed the night,
and left as chilly dawn
broke a pale yoke above
an empty car-park.
Groups of birds flapped in trees,
like strips of black sky
torn by barbed branches.
A week into Spring,
and now its starting to snow;
perhaps the years heard your news,
gone mad –
shuffled its seasons
to end in May.

‘Diagnosed’ by Chris Major was first published in Sentinel Poetry (Online) magazine in September 2003.


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Geoffrey Winch in conversation with Nnorom Azuonye

The Monday Writer Interview

Geoffrey Winch

The introduction of you on the Dempsey and Windle website says your poetry ‘has appeared regularly in journals and anthologies in the UK, US and online’ since 1992. When did you start writing?

I began writing at a very young age – not poetry though – writing compositions and essays at both junior and senior schools I enjoyed from the start, I even won a couple of junior prizes for compositions I wrote for competitions in the local press.

I was encouraged by my mother mainly – I was brought up in Reading, Berkshire, where our family regularly attended the local Methodist Church (Whitley Hall). My father was the church organist and my mother wrote and produced Nativity and Easter plays – that always impressed me.

After marrying Janet, who I met at the church youth club, we moved away for work, firstly to Hampshire and then Warwickshire, and we lost touch with the church for many years. I became more enamoured by the 1960s counterculture, especially the music scene. I had co-founded a rock band – The Cyclones – at our old youth club where we used to play the Shadows and Johnny and the Hurricanes numbers etc, but being a rather third-rate guitarist I had left after a couple of years (the band had more success after that!) – but the music of that era was important in my life. Often it still influences my poetry today. So, this brings me back to my development as a writer – having become disappointed with the counterculture’s decline during the seventies I wrote a novel West Abutment Mirror Images which centred on that decline. However, I failed to find a publisher for it despite rewriting it during the 1980s. Nevertheless, I still regarded it as something of an achievement – satisfying inasmuch that it taught me much about the actual discipline of sustained writing.

Do you remember the first poem you wrote and the first poem you published?

It was whilst writing the second version of my novel sometime in the 1980s that I began to dabble with the idea of free verse poetry, and used to write odd bits and pieces on scraps of paper which I would then slip into a file, never being sure as to what I could do with them. It then happened that Ian Walton with his Arrival Press/Poetry Now imprint was publishing Regional Anthologies and advertising in local presses for aspiring poets to submit work – so I sent in two of my renderings and he accepted one, titled ‘Sailing Away’, which he then published in his Central Poets Anthology in 1992 . This appeared almost at the same time as I received what I decided would be my final rejection (from Faber and Faber) for my novel. Looking back now it might have been a lightbulb moment as from that point on I just concentrated my efforts on writing poetry. I took out a subscription for Ian’s Poetry Now magazine, and this suddenly opened up the whole and, for me, previously unexplored world of small press poetry magazines and journals.

During the 1980s Janet and I had re-joined the Methodist Church in Royal Leamington Spa where we were living, and throughout the 1990s much of my poetry was written specifically for the church magazine. But I also had poems accepted by Roger Elkin for Envoi, Nick Clarke for Poetic Hours, and others appeared in Linkway, Inclement, Roundyhouse and Raw Edge etc. so I felt satisfied that I was making progress in the small press poetry world as well.

What did you do before you began writing?

After leaving school my first job was as a cartographer working for the Planning Department at Reading County Borough Council, and subsequently as a draughtsman for the Highways Department at the same Authority. This was followed by two and a half years working for Hampshire CC as draughtsman on the M3 Motorway Design, and then after we moved to Warwickshire I worked briefly for Coventry City Council, then the County and District Councils, initially as a land surveyor then as a highway technician and engineer. Prior to taking early retirement in 2001 I had been made the Principal Development Control Highway Officer at WCC. Much of my work at that stage involved writing which I really enjoyed – being required to give evidence at numerous public inquiries as an expert witness, I needed to write many proofs of evidence; and also I project-managed and edited the then definitive County Council’s Developers’ Guide to Highways and Transport.

Why do you write poetry and what kind of poet are you?

This is a difficult question to answer because I just want to say “I don’t know!” but that’s not quite right. I also feel I ought to say “Why not? – poems are there to be written, and if I didn’t write the ones I do – who else would?” So the answer is, perhaps, within those responses somewhere – maybe it is some kind of compulsion: each blank page sets a challenge for me, and I simply have to respond.

I am the kind of poet who usually makes many notes before I begin the actual writing – but then not all come to fruition, and others can sit on a back-burner for months and sometimes years. On other occasions I just sit down and begin writing – it is intriguing to see what appears. Some poems I start off knowing what I want them to be about, but then they will turn out to be about something totally different – poems often tell me what they want to say, and all they require of me is to do their writing for them.
I am principally a free verse poet, but I also write a lot of short form poetry – haiku and tanka, and more recently, cherita (a form devised by ai li around twenty-five years ago). In combination with those I also write haibun and tanka prose, and more recently responsive tanka with a like-minded friend.

Many of my poems are ekphrastic. Paintings, sculptures, music, theatre are among my many influences; if I visit a gallery I always take a note book knowing I will see at least one painting that will form the basis of a poem for me.

Did you have any formal training as a writer, or did you just get on with it?

No, I never had any formal training. In fact, I could be considered as someone who was least likely to become a poet, having failed both English Grammar and Literature at O levels. However, as I began to have more and more poems accepted for publication, it did occur to me that I ought to become involved with other poets in order to learn more of the craft from them. So, after taking early retirement from full time employment, and relocating to Felpham in West Sussex, I was really pleased that Slipstream Poets invited me to join them. Their regular workshops were very useful for me, and I learned much. Later I also joined Silk Road Writers and then Chichester Stanza group. About ten years ago I began reading regularly at the Chichester Open Mic – all very enjoyable and worthwhile. When a new group, River Poets, was formed in Arundel I became a member but, reluctantly, then had to let Silk Road go – I decided that there had to be a limit to the number of creative writing sessions one can attend each month.

Every group is different, and the dynamics are so varied. Every group for me is stimulating, and I regard these as continuous training on the job. In the past I also attended a week’s workshop on the Isle of Bute with Alan Carter who is dedicated to running Quantum Leap – one of the small magazines with a faithful following; and weekend workshops with Michael Laskey of Smiths Knoll, and Peter and Ann Sansom of The North – all excellent and worthwhile experiences.

There is something intriguing and paradoxical about the title of your first collection, The Morning Light of Dusk (2004). What was the collection about and how well-received was it?

At the time I was regularly contributing to The Poetry Church edited by John Waddington-Feather. The collection mainly consisted of my spiritually-based poems and published by John under his Feather Books imprint. Some of the poems would have been seen as unorthodox, and some were definitely influenced by Leslie Weatherhead’s The Christian Agnostic. I compiled it for two reasons – in order to make contributions to good causes which I did, and also to establish it as a record of that era of my poetry knowing that my poems had already started to encompass a much broader range of subject matter. Having devoted much energy into church activities throughout the 80s and 90s, I made the positive decision when moving to West Sussex to redirect that energy instead into writing. I am now an irregular church attender.

Turns Along the Garden Path was published by Martin Holroyd’s Poetry Monthly Press in 2007. Following Holroyd’s retirement many of the titles published by the press also retired. Is Turns Along the Garden Path still in print? If not, are you going to re-issue it at some point in the future?

Turns Along the Garden Path is no longer in print. In a way this collection became my statement of intent – it was essentially pagan in content as opposed to the more spiritual The Morning Light of Dusk: it marked the change in direction my poetry had already taken. In the late 1980s I had discovered the writings of Powys brothers (John Cowper, Llewelyn and Theodore) and had joined the Powys Society in the 1990s. All born into a Christian family (their father being a vicar), they each developed very individual standpoints regarding religion and ethics – all different, yet each in their own way convincing. I was allowing their writings to influence not only my writing but how I viewed the world.

I hadn’t thought of re-issuing Turns Along the Garden Path – but if I ever get to the point of putting together a ‘selected’ collection then there are particular poems from it that I would definitely include.

You have now published six poetry collections in 16 years. What are the challenges you have faced writing these books?

The biggest challenge for each is deciding on its timing, and deciding to commit. It can be a fairly straightforward process to select poems for a collection, but the real effort then comes in revising many of them. I never regard a poem as finished even when it is first published – always I will spot something I wished I had changed. There is much fine-retuning to undertake, and then deciding on the order to ensure a collection flows naturally.

Each of my collections has been themed – my third collection Letting the Road-Dust Settle – consisted, in part, of reflections on my professional life. So, many of the poems were about the processes of road building (for better but often for the worse), and poems about characters I had worked with involved in the process. The collection then expanded to include poems about travel – both actual and fanciful.

Much of my and my wife’s lives have been taken up with enjoying theatre and music. Alchemy of Vision which followed was a summing up of those years of enjoyment – the poems are about the visual and performing arts.

I was fortunate in having both collections accepted for publication by Indigo Dreams. The year 2017 marked the 25th anniversary of the acceptance of my first published poem and also the year I gave up on my novel West Abutment Mirror Images. Over the years I had often delved into my old manuscript to look for a phrase or scene to start a new poem. However, often what evolved had very little to do with the original plot, but became a poem in its own right. That whole collection is made up of such poems – the only exception being ‘Notes for the Future’ being central to the collection and also the pivotal scene in the original plot. This time I was pleased that Sam Smith undertook its publication under his Original Plus imprint, and grateful for the excellent editorial work he did.

What surprising things about yourself and humanity have you discovered from writing?

The most surprising thing was discovering how I needed to change my perspective on all kinds of issues as time has moved on. It is sensible to allow oneself to be educated by others, to make judgements according to what they say or do not say – accept that some people are actually better informed than one likes to think oneself is. I am more accepting of some things, others I am less accepting of. Then I surprise myself sometimes by what I actually write, how critical I can be when responding to so many of the disasters that are reported on the news, then once in while those happier events that really do happen. What a diverse race humans are: because our relationships and attitudes are influenced by so many variables, one has to learn tolerance, if nothing else.

On September 1, 2020 your new collection Velocities and Drifts of Winds was published by Dempsey and Windle. Tell us about this book, Geoffrey.

As I mentioned before, all my collections so far have been themed, and Velocities and Drifts of Winds follows in this tradition. The title really speaks for itself, the theme being ‘the winds of change’ – and this I have developed on various fronts. It consists of four sections, each opening with a tanka to set the tone, and starting with historic events. Having become aware of the journals of Anthony à Wood through the writings of Llewlyn Powys, three of the poems about historic events are centred on extracts from those journals. Others are based on paintings and music and the environment. The second section focuses on physical things or events that can influence thought or conceptions; the third is essentially about changing relationships both with persons and situations; and the final section is about how personal relationships can become altered by the influences of other parties. In doing this I take a look back at some of those people who have played significant parts in my life. The overall sentiment of the collection can possibly be summed up by ‘Clouds Gathering’ – a tanka prose poem. A mixture of free verse, tanka, haiku and cherita makes up the whole content, and several ekphrastic poems are included. Some examples of John Cowper Powys’ influences are also there – in particular a poem titled ‘Flesh’ and another ‘The City’ – an ekphrastic poem which, at the time of writing, I happened upon his concept of a city being a mother – this changed the conclusion of the poem.

What are the plans for launching Velocities and Drifts of Winds in this time of Coronavirus?

I was most appreciative of the fact that Dempsey and Windle agreed to publish this collection, and they have provided me with a high quality product. Janice Dempsey was kind enough to offer me the facility of a Zoom launch, but this I graciously declined – when I read in public I do need to feel that my audience is really with me and that I am involving them.

My previous collections have not had formal launches as such but, for my last three, Barry Smith (Director of Chichester Poetry) has made room in the Open Mic programme for me to be the featured poet in order to give my collections their first public readings. I am hoping when things return to some kind of normality that Barry will offer me the same facility once more.

Thank you, Geoffrey, for giving me your time, and I wish you every success with Velocities and Drifts of Winds.

Thank you Nnorom for inviting me to be interviewed. It has been an interesting experience.

If I may be permitted, I would just like to take this opportunity of expressing my gratitude to various people who have played important roles in developing my poetic career. Whilst there have been scores of editors who have published my work, in order to be successful it has been necessary to find those editors of journals and magazines who have consistently supported my endeavours, and in this respect I would firstly like to mention Ronnie Goodyer and Dawn Bauling at Indigo Dreams – Ronnie for the many poems of mine he has published in Reach Poetry, and Dawn who on three occasions has showcased my ekphrastic poetry in Sarasvati. Also Alan Carter at Quantum Leap – he has been a great supporter of mine over the years; then in America, M Kei has always shown his enthusiasm for my work and he has published much of my tanka production in Atlas Poetica. More recently ai li, who is sometimes in London and at other times in Singapore, has given me much support and encouragement. Another essential person to express my gratitude to is my wife, Janet. She all too often tolerates my ‘vague’ moods when I have lines or words for a poem trying to sort themselves out in my head! She has admirable understanding. SLQ



Geoffrey Winch is a retired highway engineer living in Felpham, West Sussex.  He is a member of several local poetry groups and reads regularly at the Chichester Open Mic. His poetry has been published mainly in the UK, US and online, almost one thousand poems all in all. He occasionally devises and leads poetry workshops for small groups, and has published six collections, his latest being Velocities and Drifts of Winds. In 2011 he was awarded the accolade of ‘The UK’s Best Small Press Poet’ by Purple Patch magazine.


Nnorom Azuonye is the Founder/Editor of Sentinel Literary Quarterly. He is the author of Funeral of the Minstrel (a play), We Need God in Nigeria again, The Bridge Selection: Poems for the Road, and Letter to God & Other Poems. Follow on amazon.co.uk, amazon.com, Twitter, Facebook


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