Add to ORKGWith that loping stoop you bore down on me like an eagle (as I imagined one) and asked me to write someting for the Sunday Guardian magazine you put out. Me, who thought writers lived on Parnassus (a mountain I\u27d heard of)
We got jobs and moved to the Islands, away from the dim hollow of a Continent. Set ourselves up in a...
You slept for the best part of a day. You woke to inform me you\u27d had enough of sitting and being...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I guess I can\u27t remember the ti...
When I come back here to Trinidad, I hear the kiskidee in the morning. You can identify yourself wit...
Henry George Lamond is no longer a household name, but he was once popular and widely known in Austr...
Long before I read the novels of Sam Selvon or even met him, his reputation as a young promising wri...
I cannot remember how old those Sundays were and if the sun had travelled already over the Observati...
I can\u27t remember when Sam started to contribute to Caribbean Voices, but it was just after the en...
Although a sense of the need to migrate clearly affected early writers born in the Caribbean such as...
In another life I would have fallen in love with you We would have been ship-wrecked. that\u27s true...
When I left Trinidad in 1950 I had been working as a journalist with the Tri11idad Guardian for five...
the trees not evergreen so much as evergrey within that ghastly blank of an empty centre and alien m...
Alistair Te Ariki Campbell was a leading figure in the post-war Literary Society of Victoria Univers...
I leave me people, me land, me home For reasons, I not too sure I forsake de sun And de humming-bird...
The plane dozed above the wavering green of sun-bright South Australian farms, intensities of gouged...
We got jobs and moved to the Islands, away from the dim hollow of a Continent. Set ourselves up in a...
You slept for the best part of a day. You woke to inform me you\u27d had enough of sitting and being...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I guess I can\u27t remember the ti...
When I come back here to Trinidad, I hear the kiskidee in the morning. You can identify yourself wit...
Henry George Lamond is no longer a household name, but he was once popular and widely known in Austr...
Long before I read the novels of Sam Selvon or even met him, his reputation as a young promising wri...
I cannot remember how old those Sundays were and if the sun had travelled already over the Observati...
I can\u27t remember when Sam started to contribute to Caribbean Voices, but it was just after the en...
Although a sense of the need to migrate clearly affected early writers born in the Caribbean such as...
In another life I would have fallen in love with you We would have been ship-wrecked. that\u27s true...
When I left Trinidad in 1950 I had been working as a journalist with the Tri11idad Guardian for five...
the trees not evergreen so much as evergrey within that ghastly blank of an empty centre and alien m...
Alistair Te Ariki Campbell was a leading figure in the post-war Literary Society of Victoria Univers...
I leave me people, me land, me home For reasons, I not too sure I forsake de sun And de humming-bird...
The plane dozed above the wavering green of sun-bright South Australian farms, intensities of gouged...
We got jobs and moved to the Islands, away from the dim hollow of a Continent. Set ourselves up in a...
You slept for the best part of a day. You woke to inform me you\u27d had enough of sitting and being...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I guess I can\u27t remember the ti...
