Originally written to be performed at an Art After Dark event as part of the 2015 Spectrum Now Festival, at the Australian Centre for Photography, Paddington, on 19 March 2015.
Recently I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about words, in particular the word choices that we make when we’re writing something or talking to someone. I’ve written a couple of pieces along these lines this month, a general article called Choose your words carefully and then a post examining language priming, particularly in relation to the economy.
I first drafted this poem in 2003 when I was living in Wimbledon, London, five minutes walk from the fabulously beautiful Wimbledon Common. I edited and had the poem published in the UTS Students Magazine ‘The Fine Print’ in 2006.
Following is the poem Memories, by poet and performance artist Candy Royalle. I first met Candy and saw her perform at Sydney University, where she was speaking on Palestine with Antony Loewenstein and my boss, David Shoebridge.
I was floored by both the words of this poem and their performance, and wanted to share it as widely as possible. You can also watch the piece being performed live on Youtube here: Continue reading Memories – by Candy Royalle
It captures a lot of what I’ve been thinking about recently in terms of human rights, and whose responsibility it is to stand up when injustice occurs.
Not My Business by Niyi Osundare
They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.
What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?