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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
This is a documentation of all the aunties, uncles, cousins (by blood or by choice) for whom London has become home. Here we have arrived, or found ourselves – here we try to belong. 'With Aunty Uncle Poems, Gboyega Odubanjo cements himself as one of the most exciting poetry talents writing right now. These are poems filled with wit and vulnerability, and movement and musicality, that take us to church before we've even realised they've turned us into believers. Dancing around familial bonds, the streets of the inner city, and the music and conversation that soundtracks both, the poems are less a mediation and more a meditation on the connections that make us – if you're one of 'us' – who we are' – Bridget Minamore, author of Titanic (Out-Spoken Press) and co-founder of Critics of Colour.
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Published 2021 by
New Poets List
The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
Copyright © Gboyega Odubanjo 2021
All Rights Reserved
ISBN 978-1-912196-56-2
eBook ISBN 978-1-912196-57-9
Typeset by The Poetry Business
Printed by Biddles, Sheffield
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Distributed by NBN International, 1 Deltic Avenue, Rooksley, Milton Keynes MK13 8LD
The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
Contents
Sunday Service
World Parent
Fam
In My Country
There Is Joy Breaking Here
Diplomacy
A Reminder to Mind Your Own
Tuesday
Dalston Lane
Butch Cassidy
All I
Oil Music
Home
Blessed Princess Lady
Back to Sender
Saturday
Babel
Grace
Drake Equation
Shout Outs (Radio Edit)
Brother
i’m a young money millionaire / tougher than nigerian hair
– Lil Wayne
Sunday Service
okay let me say the words. let’s see
what happens. we are rich because god
loves us. kills our enemies. i cannot wait to do up
nepotism. all my cronies drippy drippy.
god forbid i’m ever in church with nothing
to repent for. came with a plate. gonna leave
with food. want my blessing now. talk
to me about later later. i can feel it. listen:
okay close your eyes now. come together now.
who is with me here. said eyes closed.
don’t worry it isn’t anybody here but us. it’s just
us. this is not a metaphor. this is the word.
the text. can hear it. there’s someone. don’t be
shy now. he isn’t here. just us. just signal to the
ushers. they’ll bring you. i know there’s someone
in this room. ready to give. their body. an arm
even. just a touch. that’s it. come forward.
World Parent
all the nigerian aunties and uncles are holidaying in dubai.
they’re eating only nigerian food and talking only to their drivers.
they’re posing as they give thanks, whatsapping everybody.
claim it’s a kind of home that doesn’t know their names
so can’t wish death.
say they like it because it holds no notions of them.
