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let us not think of them as barbarians

let us not think of them as barbarians

by Peter Midgley

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Overview

Peter Midgley’s let us not think of them as barbarians is a bold narrative of love, migration, and war hewn from the stones of Namibia. Sensual and intimate, these evocative poems fold into each other to renew and undermine multiple poetic traditions. Gradually, the poems assemble an ombindi—an ancestral cairn—from a history of violent disruption. Underlying the intense language is an exploration of African philosophy and its potential for changing our view of the world. Even as the poems look to the past, they push the reader towards a future that is as relevant to contemporary Canada as it is to the Namibian earth that bled them.

Praise for let us not think of them as barbarians:

“These poems do double work: they challenge what we think we know about the relationship between history and the present and ask us to consider what else would be going on. The poems demand that we reflect on how we come to knowledge, especially that which is not hegemonic but is definitely central to another world.”
~ Juliane Okot Bitek, author of 100 Days

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781988732763
Publisher: NeWest Publishers, Limited
Publication date: 09/01/2019
Series: Crow Said Poetry
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 811 KB

About the Author

Peter Midgley is the author of several books of poetry, children’s literature, and plays. He lives in Edmonton.

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YOU CANNOT WRITE THESE THINGS DOWN

you cannot write these things down you cannot write them down you cannot write them down says the singer of praises.

the warm draft of summer the burn of stone on bare feet the blood of my rivers--

you cannot write this down you cannot create calligraphies of pain says the singer of sorrows.