Greetings from Guangzhou everyone. i’ll be back next week. in the meantime here’s a poem by Dingo to hold you…
JAMAICA LAND WE LOVE
I woulda cuss some claat if it coulda draw attention to Jamaica land we love
An if dem neva start charge artiste fe it….
I woulda cuss some claat if it coulda draw attention to Jamaica land we love.
Jamaica land we love hobbling along on three flats and de-spair
this gearbox stuck in reverse is so….. “anti-forward”.
So I’m in this bourgeois café, listening to her bourgeois bullshit
An she goin on an on about her last trip to Europe an I’m perplexed
because she keep referring to us as “dem” , keep referring to us as “dem”
an mi confused cause I not sure who she calling “these people”.
An I figure she mean the ones catapulted from oppressed wombs to suck struggle at the nipple.
who with little conviction hold lengthy debates with their stomachs about the ills of overeating,
who no hear say slavery done so nuff a dem still a work fi nuttin,
who’ve been given bran new highways, so now di homeless can live in style,
In Jamaica land we love.
Where the middle class who have hit the oil slick on the mobility pole
Would start another demonstration if they hadn’t so effectively removed their feet.
Right now dem couldn’t galvanize……
Zinc fences used to mek me nervous one o’clock ina di morning,
this bwoy from country a blaze the streets of Kingston
from Bay Farm to Vineyard Town to Arnette
where roadblocks to prevent drivebys would meet wid the zinc fences to discuss mi fate.
Towering over me like coliseum walls, but with less romance to it.
Concealing, conniving, threatening, an sometimes if you search hard enough inside helplessness
u find calm, even content if you realize the ghetto is not a physical place
an if it is, it probably start uptown
where some big pickney take time a crayon di whole flag black.
And we suffer these leaders and dance wildly to the beat of their inconsistent snares.
Upright treacherous vipers with forked tongues
which facilitate the use of both sides of the mouth,
sponsoring the tools of tribalism as they posture and piss on tyres.
Shattered ambitions conspiring with hardened backs
and servile minds to start personal revolutions
and a fist still a raise an a bell still a ring an a tune still a sing
say common people like you an me will be builders for eternity
an me nah feel da vibe deh y’nuh rasta.
And commissions of enquiry are needed to find the burial spots of,
former commissions of enquiry
Because we understand dat di bigger heads is loyal to them friends.
But is Jamaica, and justice is limber
and truth is just a empty word written in blood on the still trembling walls of a portmore dwelling,
and our heaviest burden is still our legacy of silent acceptance, in Jamaica land we love.
Home of the church,
where one can easily be ambushed by a “Praying Mantis” decked in a Joseph like coat
but with trick pockets,
concealing the tools of the trade: confusion, grand wizardry and placebo effects.
Dark solicitous eyes weighing truths with immigration intensity
in vicarious contempt, like jealous jeanies.
Can’t save those in the hospitals but at night become tent healers
cockroach feelers sensing naivety of prey
an salvation did always make good company for despair, here, in Jamaica land we love.
A defiant air now seeps from cockpit hills, caressing the knees of maypole dancers
and bounces colorful expression off the tongues of ample bosomed coronation vendors
firing and glazing the vision of Garvey into a collective spirit, and lord, we got to keep on moving.
And somewhere along that thick line between information technology
and the coconut brush is where u will find me
romancing her majesty to lamplight, an celebrating the freedom of weed expressionism,
in Jamaica land we love
Still an enchanting isle, whose seemingly tethered sun still sets on breathtakingly beautiful beaches,
though survival can be a cataract.
in Jamaica land we love.
9 thoughts on “JAMAICA LAND WE LOVE”
Guangzhou? isn’t that like in china?
Correct Owen! full marks on geography! on my way back from China, in london right now…
Thanks for sharing the poem. I read it as I was looking for a way to recover from two responses to an email I sent to let folks know about a vigil happening tomorrow to mourn the recent spate of rape and murders happening tomorrow. One person told me it was bad timing because of some world cup match thing (I guess I didn’t know there were appropriate times for vigils), and the other said she was concerned about lost productivity (I don’t know what to do with that one). >>Anyway, did you make it to India? Nary a word about that part of your travels.
Natalie,>>the india thing what can i say? i merely mentioned being at Heathrow and this person i know leapt to the conclusion i was on my way to india (what? only one route available for mi to trod?) and spread rumours of an india trip…i went to China to participate in the Guangzhou trienniale, now i’m on my way back to Ja…thank god.>>but i completely tuned out for the last week so no idea what’s been happening back home…vigils aplenty…what a pity…>>are you planning to come to the csa? glad you liked the poem, dingo’s really good, and that poem was written about two years ago–
Love this poem. Thanks for putting it up. Have just discovered your blog and think it’s excellent.
will pass on your comment to Dingo. i think i discovered your blog through comments you’d left on some Guardian article…the title of your blog is irresistible and was thrilled with your writing…
thrilled BY your writing i should have said…
Wait so we can’t say thrilled WITH? I’m sure its just one is frequently used than the other.
Owen,>>of course you can say thrilled with something, it’s just that in this case it was more accurate to say i was thrilled BY bearded lady’s writing. >>to have said ‘thrilled with’ sounded a little magnanimous and condescending y’know?