February 20-26, 2012: Shitsugane Olembo and Mark DeCarteret

week of February 20-26, 2012

Shitsugane Olembo and Mark DeCarteret

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Shitsugane Olembo
kolembo@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

I am a 42 year old, Gay, Kenyan Film Director. I hold a B.Sc. Pharm. and an MFA Film. I write and read for pleasure and as a means of discovering for myself how, my imaginiation of myself accounts for my eventual reality. Can I really be, who I see myself to be? I have always explored the meaning of identity and identifiers, and have always been interested in the experience of human beings as they are defined, whether or not these definitions are internally or externally applied. As we negotiate a Global world, and an increasingly digital one, I question what it means to be who we say we are, and what it takes to find the spirit within.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Shitsugane Olembo and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


nigger, whore, bitch

I have always liked,
Defiant Africans,
Nelson, Patrice, Kenyatta,
Martin Luther King,
Groovy black men,
Niggers with attitude,
But they intimidate me,
Black men.
Freedom fighters,
Bar room brawlers,
And I rise from sleep,
Sheened in sweat,
On foreheads and trousers,
On outstretched palms,
And I’m breathing heavily,
Feeling stained,
Because,
That one there,
The white man in Navy uniform,
With hair on his balls,
I know him,
-conquistador-
He smells of garlic and grease,
And my black friends call me,
Nigger, whore, bitch.
Will he take the lion tooth offered,
Will he make the tribal dance?
-I can teach him to love the earth,
Teach him to plant his feet in, deep-
I masturbate from sleep, supported
By thick, colonial, muscle.
I am forging steel,
Industrial iron,
I am engineering a white lover
Beneath the sheets, whilst
Apologising to freedom fighters,
Who call me nigger, whore, bitch.



Mark DeCarteret
markdcart@aol.com

Bio (auto)

My poetry has appeared in AGNI, bateau, Boston Review, Chicago Review, Conduit, Cream City Review, Diagram, Hotel Amerika, Killing the Buddha, La Petite Zine, Phoebe, Salt Hill, as well as the anthologies American Poetry: The Next Generation (Carnegie Mellon Press), Thus Spake the Corpse: An Exquisite Corpse Reader (Black Sparrow Press), New Pony: Collaborations & Responses (Horse Less Press) , and Under the Legislature of Stars: 62 New Hampshire Poets (Oyster River Press) which I also co-edited.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Mark DeCarteret and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Star Reading

Let us wait till
that same star
turns up again, dear—
reddish and short-lived
yet rerun ‘cross the sky–
our two wishes burned off
but the both of us still here
lit up like this newest sun
wed to only what’s
technically dead.