poetry with an african perspective
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New Poetry with an african perspective By Christian MowarinTRANSCRIPT
Christian Mowarin
poetry bookplay 1 1
an oxygen paperback
July 2010
The graphic is slow
Traf�c an old sage
But am not going
Anywhere but here
Grace so far away
In a trace of space
for my mother, clara
Lilies lay and play
Layers in paginated �ippers
In unbelievable sequence
Religious renounce for reigns
Who's procedural tenure strikes
Little dots of dew propaganda
In a show benevolent of green granules
Propagated and propelled by
A new beginners relevance
In a tasty tale of two world
Could it be day have cast
An irrevocable spell on my genre?
And re-ochrestrate my existence
Like a lost pinnacle in a picturesque
soul draining and gothic retainaship
Pulmonary thongs piecing through
hopes and beams who's now upturned
Bold hearts in burnt dimensions?
What is this paradise slave landscape
Rainmaker, the little
Sudden gust of wind
Trails his little tattoo arm
The gesticulations capture
A regular waver study
Amarachiji village ever ready
To take on the rain dark forces
With a typhoon manifesto
Earthy eyes scanning
Deeply rooted topography
Ears keen on time molecules
The boy incants with a rustic �ute
Who plays in the sands of time
Shadows trying to leave him
Figments of the dust his energy
Adrenalin gathering momentum
Pushing nature's rant far away
He who race in the slopes
Sleepy village in need of festive
Whose time has emanated
Foot bare headed and brave hearted
Wide eyed glued to the roving
Spirits in fervent vortex texture
A mission to disagree
The harmattan who comes early
Chase his vision and freedom
Africanograpghy
The basics
In graphic basins
Broken by new moon
In silly syllables
A provocation of model
posing with extrinsics
Tempera templates
Of discordants tunes
Tools of ethnicity
Born in eternity
Marked in nativity
Lacked in maturity
Before the shoot,
ideas are sketched out.
So session begins
Devils instincts,the lead.
reciprocal obsessions
become the guardrails
for an anti environment
improvisation in no course
Vibrancy in voodoo methods
Plasticity made concubines
In shamed local rethorics
Refractions in brand deliverables
Vertical reality
I am walking on this groove
A Line ephemeral plane
Without an object ground
Like a vortex in slow mo
And no arti�cial gridlock
I am moving without the
Mercurial speed of sound
Orbiting in this techno uprightness
I am walking on thxais virtual reality
Nobody knows what happens
In this ephemeral community
Of monogon and spline stillness
Face-to-face with creation
Body capture, of carbon tonalities
cannivorial and sexual synthesis
Heart crossing empty minds,
Dream walking in avid daylight
I am walking on thxais virtual reality
April 32
Running
Away to oblivion
In midday summer
To a standstill
With trajectory
Unique only
In reverberation
The odd number
In penumbra show
Taken for granted
Element in metallic
Grey dimension
Instituted in in situ
Inculcated in catered
Catastrophe in a trophy
Running to April
In a thirty second time
Running against time
Police on the chase
The graphic is slow
Traf�c an old sage
But am not going
Anywhere but here
Grace so far away
In a trace of space
Voices of a Plateau
It's done, the
Daily plague
Stretched like a
Symphony header
Played in daylight
Aristocratic craze
Set in semi arid
Human vertical space
And of paragraphs
Of satanic verses
Kept reserved
For generations
To rekindle
To mock the new
And lost holy wars
The book of prophets
But not a voice
Of mediaeval of
Armed Armageddon
Dressed up as crusaders
In nocturnal energy
On a table of rock
Tagged in sediments
In the earthly hours
Before the cock
To re create
A life in afterlife
With blades of steel
In a street of stilt
In greed of human salt
Lilies lay and play
The wind had seized
To be truly windy
Life itself entrusted
By the true holy one
Taken a blizzard stroll
Teleported by the �rmament
Who plays a plural roll
In the gavels of creation
The breathtaking picture
Pasted naturally in sync
Nature�s own master stroke
A marriage of earth and heavens
Seen by humans and man
Paradise of green virtues
Unstained and maintained
Only by nature�s alchemy
Lilies lay and play
Layers in paginated �ippers
In unbelievable sequence
Religious renounce for reigns
Who's procedural tenure strikes
Little dots of dew propaganda
In a show benevolent of green granules
Propagated and propelled by
A new beginners relevance
In a tasty tale of two world
iA Paradise Slave landscape
The setting sun slowly
Glide past as the rays move
The shadows in my room
It's mappings corrugates my �nger's
Furrow as it's violet ray
Punch holes in my re�ection
What is this paradise slave landscape?
Been aging there a while
Near the open yet closed shutters
Dying slowly since the day
Why do i have to remain unattended?
What is it this fabulous land has turned?
What is this paradise slave landscape?
Could it be day have cast
An irrevocable spell on my genre?
Pulmonary thongs piecing through
hopes and beams who's now upturned
Bold hearts in burnt dimensions?
What is this paradise slave landscape
The emptiness.Sleeptakers
Night-time. Time tickles away
Blackness. The only sad thing
Then Blackness. the only odour
Silence. the still of the night
Choose. your enemies carefully
Know. what you really want
Wait. the time to strike
The �gurine. silhouette �gure hooded
Dead still. Death still in the air
The room. in the corner
The move. is it time?
The man. already calm,
The man again. eyes too shut
The bend-over. stay in control
The stare. as close as sting
The eyes. a shot at darkness
The alligator. red pupils dimming
The spontaneity. the wake up
Sudden. don't ask
The scream. the evil begins
The union. the inter-stare.
The burst. Gaze gone sour
The crack in the skull. through the back
The emptiness. The �ight begins
The swirl. far fetched into the night.
The blood. when it starts to spill
Nothingness. no where to run
The feel. so cold
The resistance. of cobalt
Smeared aroma, of zinc
New. the taste of new blood
Soul asymmetric. uncommon
Thunder. and lightning.
Rain. the reign
By Christian Mowarin
an oxygen paperback
July 2010