Sylvia Petter is a prolific chronicler and seasoned wordsmith of our times. Her razor-sharp blood rippling verses are characterized by economized diction and mind-tilting word play. Then readers are eased by the precision, simplified verbiage and the mind- box rattling reason within her poetry. Such artistic traits amount to literary prowess. And Sylvia Petter is a word culture torch bearer deserving a legendary walk through onto the writer’s podium of fame without amount of hesitation, doubt or restraint. The chronicler, observer, poet and artist in Petter marries humanity, transitions, currency , history, merriment, wonderment, satire lyrical prowess and paradox. Her verses are easy to read but grindingly difficult to digest, readers must be gifted with a profoundly discerning mental eye. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC takes pride in profiling this great extraordinary literary luminary, multi- award-winning poet and prolific writer Sylvia Petter. Petter also sits in the Word City Monthly editorial team as the Fiction Editor. She is the author of a prolific novel All the Beautiful Liars. Together We Rise- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Jon Wesick writes micro -poems, the depth is belly pit and as the beat drums up our heart-caves. Reason within is water-pot tight-filled with mind-tilting metaphors. The imagery is a combative testimonial of defiant ghosts of historical wars fought and lost or fought and won. The set of poems is a memoir of past struggles and legacies. His diligently weaved verses are both bold and militant, readers might be persuaded to come to the conclusion that the poet is a former combatant of war and that his versifications are a prolific recollection of his rigorous experiences in some revolutionary struggle. Poet Jon Wesick pens beautiful but bold verse that identifies with history, the struggles and the cultural past. Wesick is an accomplished poet, widely published author and an acclaimed literary arts projects Editor. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is profoundly gratified to profile excellence, prowess and creativity in the personality of great literary arts projects Curator, Published Poet and Distinguished Editor Jon Wesick. Together We Rise- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)
Sue Burge, your poetry is a concoctional beverage - mix of protest , literary sanity and lyrical dexterity . Cinematographic imagery and satire -sweetened reason are rich ingredients to flavor this diligently brewed mind-drumming versification . The poetic refreshment tastes paradox as the lines are creamed by peanut -paste of praise and marmalade- jam of protest. Verses are thoroughly simple in presentation , the meaning is grindingly psychical and the reason is hard to grind . The poet is a seasoned chronicler serving her readers with bitter sweet paradoxical morning soups , throat scalding metaphoric crank, nerve- jamming and mind spinning metaphor spiced beverages. The Poet in Burge versifies boldly about daily life matters , love , anger , hope , promise ,polarity , hypocrisy ,unfairness , ignorance and savagery .Her poetry defines and describes life and all that surrounds us as humanity . TIME OF THE POET REPUBBLIC takes pride in publishing a distinguished creative writing scholar, internationally renowned poet, hallowed storyteller and literary arts projects curator Sue Burge . Together We Rise-( 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