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Minister of Culture appoints Poet Esther Phillips as Barbados’ first Poet Laureate – February 2018
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My Poetry Corner January 2019 features the poem “Unwritten Poem” from the poetry collection, The Stone Gatherer, by Esther Phillips, a poet and educator born in Barbados, where she still resides. In February 2018, she was appointed the first Poet Laureate of the Caribbean island-nation.
After attending the Barbados Community College at the University of the West Indies Cave Hill Campus, she won a James Michener fellowship to the University of Miami where, in 1999, she gained an MFA degree in Creative Writing. Her poetry collection/thesis won the Alfred Boas Poetry Prize of the Academy of American Poets.
In 2001, she won the leading Barbadian Frank Collymore Literary Endowment Award. Years later, the third of her three well-received poetry collections, Leaving Atlantis (2015), won the Governor General’s Award for Literary Excellence.
Phillips is a Sunday columnist of the Nation newspaper and editor of Bim: Arts for the 21st Century, a 2007 revival of the seminal Caribbean literary and arts magazine, first published in 1942. In 2012, she formed Writers Ink Inc. and, together with its members, the Bim Literary Festival & Book Fair.
Saint George Parish – Barbados
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She grew up in the verdant Saint George Parish, rich in “visual and sensory and auditory images and influences,” Phillips says in an interview with Zing Magazine. “I also believe that listening to my mother play the piano as a young child and beating the tambourine at church gave me a consciousness of meter and rhythm from very early.”
In addition to the lyricism in her poetry, Phillips’ work is also rich in metaphor and visual images. But, she adds: “I avoid abstractions as much as possible; readers are more easily able to connect with the visual and concrete.”
This is evident in her poem, “Word,” on teaching an adult male to read. The word “F-i-x” bewildered him: dis word so small.
How could his daily toil
of hammer, saw and nails;
an old lady’s reckoning
of last month’s window
against the patching
of her roof this week —
how could her life of sacrifice
and his of labour, sweat
and boiling sun
be totalled up
in this small word?
Boy playing with old bicycle wheel rim and stick
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In her poem, “My Brother,” a little boy running down the road with a roller and a metal wand brings back memories of her brother. In the second stanza, the visual image becomes a metaphor of life’s struggles with a troubled and distant father.
How often did your
bare feet hammer
your frustration into
this hot tar, insistent
hands striking, every
lash echoing your own pain,
willing with furrowed brow
and glinting tears the roller
to go straight, for so might
your own stifled dreams
one day run straight and true?
During her interview with Saint Lucian writer, John Robert Lee, Phillips notes: “Poetry cannot change human nature: the endemic inclinations that move us towards chaos. Nor can it obliterate the reality of evil. But I believe that poetry may offer us times of respite and the realization that there is still beauty in the world. Poetry may offer us the knowledge that as long as there is a community out there sharing common experiences, we’re not alone. The cathartic value of that awareness is not to be underestimated.”
In the featured poem, “Unwritten Poem,” Phillips reflects on her ex-son-in-law. As a mother, she had found joy in her daughter’s marriage and had connected with her son-in-law. But, alas, the union did not last for long. The poet doesn’t disclose the reason for the separation, but shares only her loss and shattered dreams for herself and daughter.
You never gave me time
to write your poem.
I needed time to know you:
the fledgling husband playing
his unaccustomed role,
no model given from the past;
[…]
When should I have written your poem?
The day of your wedding?
when you, handsome in tuxedo,
took her hand and swore
that you would love her always?
Would it have been the day
you placed my grandchild in my arms?
For in that very moment, my heart
would have soared upwards.
The poet reflects on the happy times spent in his company: just glad a woman and her son-in-law / could have no discord. In her closing stanza, she laments her loss.
But now you’re gone,
and all the hopes I cherished, prized,
will flourish in the gaze of someone else’s eyes.
How does the heart recover from the lives
we’ve met and touched? So little time,
so little time, yet loved so much.
How does the heart recover from the lives / we’ve met and touched?
(In a strange coincidence, today also marks three years since my son’s marriage ended.)
Amidst the chaos in our country and across the world, Phillips focuses on the quiet crises of our personal lives where our connections with the outer world occur and, oftentimes, collide.
To read the complete featured poem and learn more about the work of Esther Phillips, go to my Poetry Corner January 2019.
NOTE: Excerpts of cited poems from Esther Phillips’ poetry collection, The Stone Gatherer, published by Peepal Tree Press, U.K., 2009.
derrickjknight said:
Beautiful poems, and excellent analysis
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Thanks for dropping by, Derrick 🙂
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drgeraldstein said:
I was captured from line beginning, “When should I have written your poem? … ” Thank you, Rosaliene.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
The poet’s first line also captured my attention, Dr. Stein. And then, without warning, she gripped my heart with her final declaration of our shared loss.
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Laleh Chini said:
Wow that’s so amazing dear.❤️
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Laleh, I thank you on behalf of the poet 🙂
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Laleh Chini said:
My pleasure.<3
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Robert A. Vella said:
“… the quiet crises of our personal lives where our connections with the outer world occur and, oftentimes, collide.” – How real and poignant, that is.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Robert, it sometimes takes a poet to remind us of our shared humanity.
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DutchIl said:
Lovely poems, thank you for sharing your thoughts… i believe that poetry is a way one expresses one’s thoughts in a more heartfelt feeling and compassionate way….
“There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, people we can’t live without but have to let go.”
― Nancy Stephan
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
I agree, Dutch. Thanks for dropping by 🙂
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thecontentedcrafter said:
Thank you for another introduction Rosaliene. Who could not help but resonate with her poems I wonder. I love that this world is so filled with amazing people!
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Pauline, I also love that our world is filled with amazing people. Her appointment as Barbados’ first Poet Laureate increased her rank on Google Search, facilitating my search for a female Caribbean poet.
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jim- said:
Realistic and beautifully written. What an interesting woman. People are pretty awesome. Thanks.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Thanks for dropping by, Jim 🙂 People are, indeed, pretty awesome. And, what’s more, we cross paths with such people every day.
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Sha'Tara said:
Poetry as a rule “doesn’t do it for me” and I have a tendency to skip it although I’ve been known to dabble in that form of expression, but there is palpable poignancy here; thoughts to make one ponder on how much one’s life should be tied to the lives of others. The kind of love mentioned here, is it worth the pain of its loss? If I feel the pain of loss, isn’t that telling me that I loved for my own sake and not that of the other(s)? I don’t understand love even though, along with hate, (perhaps because of it) it is the most encountered of human emotions. Love and loss, such a sad contradiction.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Some thought-provoking questions, Sha’Tara, that have no easy answers.
The kind of love mentioned here, is it worth the pain of its loss?
~ Life is filled with “sad contradictions.” It’s the duality of our natural world. We cannot enjoy a good thing without also experiencing the effects of its absence or lack in our lives. We can choose to avoid the pain of loss by focusing only on self-love and self-preservation: One such person has made it to the US White House. But, I believe that we-humans are hardwired to love others beyond ourselves for the survival of our species. Imagine the fate of our helpless and dependent young offspring, if its mother and/or father had no emotional connection – the thing we call love – to nurture and protect their child until maturity. As I see it, this emotional connection with our nuclear family also extends to those members – daughters- and sons-in-law – who become part of our extended family.
If I feel the pain of loss, isn’t that telling me that I loved for my own sake and not that of the other(s)?
~ I think that we can get mixed up with relationships based only on self-interest – what’s in this for me? – and those based on shared values and genuine human connection. Losing such genuine, human connections come with the pain of loss. The greater and deeper the connection, the greater the pain of loss. As I see it, that’s the way we’ve been hardwired. Grief is part of the human experience. We can try to escape such pain with drugs, but we know where that leads.
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Sha'Tara said:
Quote: “The greater and deeper the connection, the greater the pain of loss. As I see it, that’s the way we’ve been hardwired. Grief is part of the human experience.”
I’ve been openly stating the not so well received fact that we are programmed beings. Can I assume that “hard wired” means essentially the same thing? Are you stating that we don’t have a choice, that if we choose not to “love” then our only option is to plunge into narcissism a la Donald Trump?
If we are honest about our “evolution” through civilization, would we not admit that our greatest efforts to “evolve” our concept of love has been a dismal failure, particularly obvious since the early days of Christianity? It seems rather obvious that our ability to love is intrinsically weaved into our ability to hate. That’s the programming, the hard-wiring. Are we then puppets? We know things but we cannot do them because our programming won’t let us? So we carry on in wishful thinking, relying on emotions and sending each other Valentine cards?
What if I told you that my questions are not rhetorical, that there are indeed answers to our deepest and most troubling questions but we refuse to consider them because they aren’t officially approved by the programming?
I roam these blogs looking for individuals who are sick and tired of the status quo and are honestly searching for a way out of this civilization’s quagmire. I’m not sure I’ve found any yet but I’m still looking. You want the brutal truth about love, Rosaliene? It’s a false flag. It’s always been. It’s that empty walnut shell a child picks up under a tree thinking it’s found some sweet food but the squirrels knew better and left it untouched. We need to study the squirrels. They don’t waste their time on empty concepts and promises – they can’t afford to. We can’t either but we’ve been doing it for so long we have forgotten lessons we should have learned long ago. Love to civilization is fossil fuels to climate change. I’m amazed so many people have yet to realize that all wars are based on love. You really have to love something to kill in its name.
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mcaimbeul said:
Wonderful post about remarkable people once again Rosaliene.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Thanks, Mike 🙂
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guyaneseonline said:
Reblogged this on Guyanese Online.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Thanks for the boost, Cyril 🙂
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Thanks for sharing, GuyFrog 🙂
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smilecalm said:
beautifully shines
upon the meek!
may all be educated
& their true selves
valued 🙂
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Amen, David!
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Shantanu Baruah said:
Congratulations. Fabulous achievement
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multinomial said:
That was such a beautiful poem to read, and heartbreaking. With all the pain that exists in the world, there’s the interpersonal pain that touches us the most. The collision between the broader ecological system and interpersonal relationships could be explained by human ecology theory and/or ecological systems theory, among others, but poetry representing individual experience exemplifies it best.
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multinomial said:
Also, sorry to hear about your son’s end in marriage.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Sad to say, some relationships are doomed from the beginning.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
So true, Multinomial.
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katharineotto said:
Yet another heart-warming post, Rosaliene. I generally don’t appreciate poetry like I “should,” but I’m impressed with the evocative imagery that some poets manage. Esther Phillips’ statement about preferring the concrete to the abstract hits home and could be applied to many forms of writing.
You’ve mentioned your novels, but do you write poetry, too? You seem to have appreciation for it.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Katharine, like you, I also didn’t appreciate poetry. This changed when I first joined a writers’ group here in Los Angeles and became friends with several poets in our group. The work of one poet, with whom I later developed a close friendship that lasted until her death in March 2017, played an important role in helping me to deal with a troubled relationship with my mother.
Over recent years, I’ve found that there are some emotional experiences to life’s blows I can only express in the poetic form. I’ve shared some of these poems on my blog. Perhaps, I should separate them under a category, “Poetry by Rosaliene Bacchus,” so that readers would have easier access.
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katharineotto said:
Rosaliene,
Good idea. I’ve followed your blog for awhile, but only have a vague recollection of maybe seeing one of your poems in the distant past. I will be sure to pay closer attention in the future.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Yes, they are few and far between. I’m currently working on one for my next post: reflections on America’s border wall.
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katharineotto said:
Rosaliene,
I will look forward to it.
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moorezart said:
Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Douglas, thanks for dropping by and sharing my post with your readers 🙂
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