This poem was, and to a certain extent still is, something of a puzzle to me. At the time it was written it pointed me in the direction of a different 'poetic' - one based upon acknowledgment of the world's structural deficiencies (the existence of suffering as fundamental to the functioning of the world, for example). The poem also suggests all dualities have a third, triangular dimension ... Postmodernist in tone (opaque and distant)? Probably, but not deliberately so ... I look at it as a delightful puzzle of a poem ...
Go to: 'Triangles and the Avant Garde', copyright Ian Irvine, all rights reserved. This poem was published in the Central Victorian arts/culture journal 'Works on Paper' some years back. It also appeared in my first collection of poems 'Facing the Demon of Noontide'.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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