Nicholas Laughlin: Self-Portrait in the Neotropics

Nicholas Laughlin

Self-Portrait in the Neotropics

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Eleven of the strange years of my life.
Months on end I lived on tapioca,
I lived on mud and permanganate broth,
and river water red as rum,
bivouacked with rainflies
and fire ants and sundry native guides.
The parrots already knew some French.
Nous sommes les seuls français ici.
Call it sunstroke, le coup de bambou.
I came all this way with half a plan,
an extra handkerchief, and Humboldt (abridged).
Here I lack only the things I do not have.

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Eleven years of untimely weather,
earthquakes and fireflies and mud.
The colonel writes his complaints to the general.
The general writes his complaints to the emperor.
The emperor writes to Jesus Christ,
who damns us all.
Nous sommes les seuls français left in the world.
I came all this bloody way
to sit in a cheap café with bandaged hands.
I translate detective novels, Dr. Janvier.
It keeps me in dinero, out of trouble.
I miss only the friends I do not have.

 

 

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[From The Strange Years of My Life,

a sequence first published at Almost Island,

which you can read at:  almostisland.com (see winter 2011/poetry)]

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nicholas Laughlin is the editor of The Caribbean Review of Books and the arts and travel magazine Caribbean Beat; programme director of the NGC Bocas Lit Fest, an annual literary festival based in Trinidad and Tobago; and co-director of the contemporary art centre Alice Yard.


Andre Bagoo: Carnival Monday in Trinidad

Andre Bagoo

“Carnival”

 

 

You are not my mother so you hold

my hand tighter than you should.

The wind blows my Indian feather,

And throws red dust into my face.

This is supposed to be fun, but when

We reach the Savannah stage I am terrified.

Your son, my half brother, is cold

He does not chip to the dollar wine.

This Kiddies’ Carnival experiment

Has gone awry. I’ve lost my axe.

You say you have to leave me here

It is five o’clock and Panorama is tonight.

You are going and my father is going

But my mother is staying home and

I am staying home to wash all this

Glitter and Vaseline off my small body.

But somewhere near that Savannah stage

The crowds crush my black cardboard axe.

 

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Andre Bagoo is a journalist and poet

from Trinidad, West.Indies.

He was born in 1983.

The poem above gives us Trinidad Carnival

through a child’s eyes, and will be found in

Bagoo’s collection of poems, “Trick Vessels”,

to be published by Shearsman in March 2012.

 

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Glossary:

Savannah:   Queen’s Park Savannah, huge park in Port-of-Spain;

central festivities site for Carnival – Parade of Bands,

Crowning of Calypso Monarchs, etc.

chip – to step or shuffle in time to the music

dollar wine – a reference to the 1991 calypso hit by Colin Lucas,

“Dollar Wine”

Panorama:  Carnival competition for Best

Pan Orchestra (i.e. Steel Band)

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