The reader will find many questions and few answers, and that is because life is a constant quest. The reader is then afforded a chance to think, and in doing so, possibly empower the self to a better human. Topics range from why divisions exist between races, to the vagaries of injustices as recorded by history. The great theme of being in mortal man ruling kin with the hands of self-appointed god-head raises the question of morality and truth as presented by those with an agenda other that general good to all. Love, whether for fellow man, Country of deity are themes that preoccupy many a poem. The motif of the Bridge which this book borrows so generously from, is symbol of the interconnectedness all there is in our world. From past eternity, through history and movement of people to belief systems that pit one group against another. The book asks for the reader to engage his/her mind in a renewed manner. There is hope for humanity even at the worst of times. Nancy Ndeke is an avid reader who writes as much. Nancy draws her writings from both observed living and personal experiences. She is a child of nature by the fate of birth having been born and bred in a rural setting before climate change vagaries became a reality. Through school and travel, her eyes experienced the wholeness of the other enriching her further. Her work experience in was ravaged countries further brought to her the sad reality and tragedy of wars-( Blurb by NANCY NDEKE)
Performance Poet Nicole Peyrafitte your dub verse is mind raving and lyrical gymnastics are scintillates lowly spirited readers to resurrect themselves to activity. Your poetry heaves with heart throbbing rhythm, that of a dense canopy of papaya tree dancing on the passing wind and as well dangling with ripe yellow ready to be give us Vitamin C. Your art is mature and provokes the world to rise and see dots of darkness in the sun as such to realize patches of dirty on the undergarments of the moon .Your philosophy concocted imagery raves and cracks our mental boxes, like how stray tendrils of marijuana smoke spirals into the nostrils of a saint, a nonsmoker and wrecks his brains to speak to himself or herself. Mind boggling. Thus, the power of your voice is extraordinary. You are multi- talented , you juggle from philosophy into protest into resistance as you spew hard protest vitriol into the deadly , death itching eyes of heartless dare- murderers who killed and surrendered Georges Floyd s life onto the devil in cold blood .The poem about the painful death George Floyd is a hymn sizzling with grief and heart-wrecking pain .You are a humanitarian poet ,you hold revolutionary shield ,your poetic license and scythe of truth , your imagery to defend peace and freedoms that are subjected to bloodletting cruelty and life demising violence . And this has since plunged our earth, our world into a golgotha of death. Your resistance message is not only for the hushed murderers of George Floyd, it is a revolutionary signal to all those who thrive on spilling human blood for purposes of power, barbarism, revenge, savagery and retrogression. Lastly, your action-packed performance poetry video reflects the amount of energy and the emotion in it carries the extent of seriousness of matters being addressed by the showcase. Nicole Peyrafitte you are poet par excellence, an extraordinary voice to come out the world. Your hybrid mix of both page poetry, spoken word poetry, French and English language versions is a symptom of diversity of talents, cultural tolerance and inclusivity. POWERFUL. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC prides in profiling excellence, prowess, creativity and diversity of ideas- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
Your verses are sickle spikes of truth, their marrow is satire and their bone are metaphor. The DNA is dexterity carved on the plaque of literary prowess. The skull spanking lines profoundly sparkle like porcupine barbs from the resilient glint of sun rays. Antonia, your poems bury rags of misery, red- eyes of nostalgia, pricking thorns of quandary and grinding stones of grief in deep belly pit emotional parody and mind tilting word play comics. Poet Antonia Alexandra Klimenko uses the lyrical vintage and verbal bravado to speak history, death, loss, identity, pain and belonging. Her philosophical verses are socially, spiritually and politically fulfilling. Her poesy is original, confessional and is born out of a labyrinth of highly psychic charged thought processes. Another unique nutrient in your writing is our hybrid, they have symptoms of spoken word and page poetry. The depth in meaning and flexibility of reason qualifies the poems to be adapted into bestselling short films, cinematographic. Reading Antonia Alexandra Klimenko is a lifetime achievement, you get fulfilled with the art-tainment within and infotainment abound, you might beat an African djembe for ritual poetry dance. Antonia Alexandra Klimenko is a multi award winning spoken word artist and an international acclaimed page poet. She is the current Poet/ Writer in Residence of Spoken Word Paris , an illustrious poetry reading and performance organization in Paris, France. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is wholesomely proud to publish Antonia Alexandra Klimenko, our first legendary poetry artist from France to grace our TIME OF THE REPUBLIC space. We continue to promote a diversity of ideas, tolerance, creativity, inclusivity and exclusivity. ALUTA CONTINUA- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
I am wowed by the verbal dexterity. The lyrical consciousness is intriguing and the imagery is captivating. Alverez is a mesmerizing storyteller and a prolific poet. The Poet dishes a sumptuous literary toasted bread and a poetry refreshment and it is difficult to resist. The scintillating rock guitar string rhythm within, pounds our heart caves like the echo of an African drum throb. It raves our mental- roofs with the verve of unexpected summer whirlwinds. The legendary poet in Alvarez is a traveler, a chronicler and an unapologetic surrealist and has mastered the art of realism. I do not want to spoil the broth. Let me say we are proud to feature the internationally celebrated Poet, Accomplished Writers Projects Curator, Acclaimed Literary Publications Editor and Award -winning Author CELIA LISSET ALVAREZ- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
When I was thirteen my English tutor told me I was gifted and a prime candidate for a PhD Literature/Poetry. I loved John Donne’s dirges, Blake, Poe. I like artists Van Gogh, Picasso, Kandinsky, Frida Kahlo, Dali, Max Ernst, Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo and the Pre-Raphaelites. In the main, paintings and poems that told allegorical stories, often had mythological or classical themes and took me as a reader into alternative realities. The idea that art and poetry were symbiotic associations of one another appealed to me. I wasn’t interested in poets like John Betjeman or artists like John Constable, I had a definite leaning towards the more Surreal, Abstract, Symbolist art and often the dark works of Otto Dix and Arnold Boecklin were a source of my fascination. I was beginning to display very strong signs of rebellion and refused to do what I was told to do by everyone. I remember writing a poem “Spaceage Depression” when I was thirteen and for a young girl to write as I did was the aftermath of much unspoken suffering and the precursor to a wild, tumultuous and extraordinary life! I remember my mother showing my grandfather what I had written in that poem and instead of saying something they both just stared at each other with very wide-eyes. It was like time stood still and it is a memory I have never forgotten. Many years later, before my mother passed on, she read a lot of my work - and I recited to and for her - she would always be silent and at the end I recall her saying “You don’t know how good you are – do you?” So my “mental box” or “heart cave” came into the world pre-programmed with a soul that had already been here many times and had many lives before and as life went forward I realised I wasn’t like a lot of children and I tried to “fit in” but most of the time it didn’t work. I became quite a loner and would walk for miles and miles alone as a teenager and had a spiritual relationship with Van Gogh at that time. Really, why would anyone want to bother having relationships with humans when there are human spirits already transitioned and calling out for my company! I found the spirits much more exciting and interesting as they had a full life on the planet before departing and those who committed suicide were always my best friends! “La tristesse durera.” (The sadness will last forever) VINCENT VAN GOGH