ISSUE 25 - The Harry Garuba Edition
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Harry Oludare Garuba
Harry and The Boys
Yes. All my names are stretched out here in this byline – much “like a patient etherised upon the table” as T.S. Eliot would have it. “Etherised” – in this case, not because I am … Read the whole text
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Amatoritsero Ede
The Well
(for Harry Garuba )
there is a bitter weal
well beyond tears
lodged like blood clots
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Adesina Afolayan
Retrieving Africa’s Order of Knowledge: Harry Garuba and Animist Epistemology
Prologue: Chanting What is Lost
After his first collection of poems, Shadow and Dream and Other Poems (1982), it took the reluctant poet, Harry Garuba, another thirty-five years to … Read the whole text
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Sola Adeyemi
The De-Parture of Wahala: For Harry
Wẹ́lẹ́ wẹ́lẹ́ l’òjò alẹ́ ò
Wẹ́lẹ́ wẹ́lẹ́ l’òjò
Wẹ́lẹ́ wẹ́lẹ́ l’òjò ńrọ̀
Wẹ́lẹ́ wẹ́lẹ́ l’òjò
Gently falls the tears of the orphan
Rolling down the cicatrized cheeks
Gently, achingly
Gently drums the smile of … Read the whole text -
Graham Huggan, Brendon Nicholls, Sam Durant (University of Leeds)
Go Gently into that Good Night, Harry
Graham Huggan
Harry was just 61 when he passed away, which is my current age, and like all those lucky enough to have known him I acutely feel his loss. Over the … Read the whole text
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Sanya Osha
Harry’s Crew
As a young man and throughout his eventful life, Harry Garuba was a quietly charismatic figure who formed relationships with many life-long friends and with people who were oftentimes more colourful than he was.
In the bloom … Read the whole text
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George Elliott Clarke
Aux Brésiliennes*
24 hours of kisses, a gallon of rum,
and les Brésiliennes are almost divinities—
never undone or outdone.They are unceasing beauties—
each caramel miracle,
each coup of copper & pepper….Steeped, walnut cinnamon is she—… Read the whole text
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Yejide Kilanko
Home is Not a Place
(Scholar-Poet, Amatoritsero Ede, in conversation with Yejide Kilanko, Novelist and Short story writer)
Amatoritsero Ede: We have been meaning to have this conversation for a long while now. I think this is as … Read the whole text
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Karlee Kapler
No Streak of Mercy
I tip-toed into the bathroom and made sure not to turn on the light in the hall. I didn’t want my parents to become suspicious. I had visited the bathroom several times that evening, and … Read the whole text
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Lorraine Kiidumae
One Good Summer
The summer after I finished grade eleven, I moved back to London to escape my life. I lived there with an Italian girl named Gina Pezzi, inspired initially, in my melodramatic phase, by Friedrich Holderlin, … Read the whole text
ACCUTE Journal, The Angle
