Do you have more poems? - Groundings Friday 22 August, 2014
The lady in the ATM line at the bank said she was a teacher, she asked if we had more poems because she knew Martin Carter but did not have any of his books. She thought it was a good thing we were doing.
Another teacher also stopped, she was very bright and glad to talk to us.. she said she has been a teacher for 21 years and a single mom for 14 years. She teaches in Mahaica and she said the parents are not interested in the children's education in many places and hence the children cannot do well. She thought it was a good idea.
A lot of people passed and looked at us and looked away or said not now.
The corner is a strange one, people are passing and not looking at anyone. The books are on the concrete wall but nobody is stopping. We put them on the grass. Some people stop and look and pick up the magazines
Lina is talking to a man with a book in her hand. Amarydha has the basket of pink slips with the Martin Carter poem on them.
I have the camera and there is something about the shadows on the pavement, but the camera cannot catch them because they are moving too quickly.
The taxi drivers who hustling look at us and look away. One of them tells me ' I aint want deh in no picture, doan deh pun no stupidness'.
Another taxi driver call my name and come up and hug me and laugh and read the poem and put on his dashboard.
We told him he should share these out to his passengers.. tell them who Martin Carter was (soon we might have to do that for Cheddi too.. Burnham is remembered more especially during elections time )..
A man pick up a magazine and begin cussing black people who he say make him lose his land on the Railway Embankment where his vegetables have now been replaced by parking lots for the new food places. I try to ask him how black people make him lose his land and gain more lands and he said he know he know.. The liquor displays the confusion .. how to find ways to blame others apart from those who responsible.
He says that he has told Jagdeo to his face that Roger Khan coming back to kill him . He has land all over the place but has not planted since moving out of the Railway Embankment where his family had started planting when Burnham said to plant everywhere.
A few more persons say they do not know Martin Carter.
Must be something about local.. in Mon Repos market a lady selling cream soda which is brown and when I ask her, she say, this is foreign in a way that say it better than what is here and I say I like local and she look at me like if I mad.
Amarydha and Lina talk to some children. Another teacher comes up and wonders what we do. I am feeling out of sorts because the books finish. We start reading out loud after the music cart stop playing, but that is only good when you have a good performance voice.
A woman I know comes up and gaffs and agrees to take the poem and pose with it and she encourages us to go in the line at the ATM where the lady who is a teacher asks if we had more poems to share.
Another teacher also stopped, she was very bright and glad to talk to us.. she said she has been a teacher for 21 years and a single mom for 14 years. She teaches in Mahaica and she said the parents are not interested in the children's education in many places and hence the children cannot do well. She thought it was a good idea.
A lot of people passed and looked at us and looked away or said not now.
The corner is a strange one, people are passing and not looking at anyone. The books are on the concrete wall but nobody is stopping. We put them on the grass. Some people stop and look and pick up the magazines
Lina is talking to a man with a book in her hand. Amarydha has the basket of pink slips with the Martin Carter poem on them.
I have the camera and there is something about the shadows on the pavement, but the camera cannot catch them because they are moving too quickly.
The taxi drivers who hustling look at us and look away. One of them tells me ' I aint want deh in no picture, doan deh pun no stupidness'.
Another taxi driver call my name and come up and hug me and laugh and read the poem and put on his dashboard.
We told him he should share these out to his passengers.. tell them who Martin Carter was (soon we might have to do that for Cheddi too.. Burnham is remembered more especially during elections time )..
A man pick up a magazine and begin cussing black people who he say make him lose his land on the Railway Embankment where his vegetables have now been replaced by parking lots for the new food places. I try to ask him how black people make him lose his land and gain more lands and he said he know he know.. The liquor displays the confusion .. how to find ways to blame others apart from those who responsible.
He says that he has told Jagdeo to his face that Roger Khan coming back to kill him . He has land all over the place but has not planted since moving out of the Railway Embankment where his family had started planting when Burnham said to plant everywhere.
A few more persons say they do not know Martin Carter.
Must be something about local.. in Mon Repos market a lady selling cream soda which is brown and when I ask her, she say, this is foreign in a way that say it better than what is here and I say I like local and she look at me like if I mad.
Amarydha and Lina talk to some children. Another teacher comes up and wonders what we do. I am feeling out of sorts because the books finish. We start reading out loud after the music cart stop playing, but that is only good when you have a good performance voice.
A woman I know comes up and gaffs and agrees to take the poem and pose with it and she encourages us to go in the line at the ATM where the lady who is a teacher asks if we had more poems to share.
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