| Omosun Sylvester Urdeen |
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The status stands Part god, part animal The poet stands Lost to self a form a spirit Contemplating and adrift In ritual space And the legs unaware moves Content to follow the mind Seeking nourishment from its source The race in medieval carvings The son of juju� an people in their hands. If the literary communities who have access to the media are conscious of this truth and willing to pursue it, the development of African culture will take root |
| I AM OMOSUN |
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| "One writes out of one thing only�ones own experience, the only really concern of the artist is to recreate out of the disorder of life, that order which is �art" James Baldwin |
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Sometimes I could just get lost in thought, and a whole picture will come to me, a whole poetry, it frighten me sometimes, looking at my finished works, asking myself if they were mine, yet the answer is there, my hands wrote them, I am not the voice, it was the spirit, it is, yes it was the spirit within
I am �Omosun� Imagining the scenes surrounding the name is like a painters act, like poetry� once you get the ingredient down you work on them, you can change the word but never the spirit I am �Omosun� The study though imbued with religion themes expresses my own personal faith and opinions about my lineage, the fascination of the unknown that has been a part of my life ever since I learned the meaning on my name, "Omosun" I am "Omosun" My name gave me a hold to what the world has lost, a possession that could make me a god, the "Omosun" that is true to the juju deity, I claimed it because I alone have it to share, with the spirit possessions still intact, as I try to recapture its power through my poetry. Believe me, the incarnations could work on me as I write, till I am no longer who I thought I was, and the spiritual values in its institution will no longer be confined to the shrine�it will creep over the globe through the work of my hands, And my name could give me the power to persuade, because the voice is in me, the ritual of the son I am "Omosun" I give what I have to give, a creation of gods as it has been at its prime, prints from a mind that knew such facts and writes about the drama of possession when the son was once as one with the gods I am "Omosun" The view of the modern mind is that the name has to die as they trample upon its value and power derived from the racial and cosmic past, I laugh to think of it, because they were wrong, the spirit has never been killed, it will lie low for a while, and them it will come again, it will grow in us and nurture us, feed upon our mind and body when we think that all hope is lost; such we witnessed at the "Okija" shrine I am "Omosun" Yes I am, that is what I discover, poem after poem, story after story, the author in his own drama�I was moved with the insightfulness of my own message, discovering myself in every step, it is happening now as I write about me�the "Omosun" I knew, the son of juju pot. I am "Omosun� When I think about it I just get really immersed in it, ironically it was the meaning of the name that gave me the serious interest I had with the African literature Wish I with "it" could only waltz The study with more skulls than men Then the later generation will have a name A dynasty formed by a poetic myth The words could consolidate the traveled realm Its factors, faction and fact that whispers by As our bodies merge with our heart as one Through birth, death and ancestral arts The study of our culture by the literary community holds the future of Africa |
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| BOOKS I RECOMMEND |
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| ESSAY _ ECHOES OF THE GULF |
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| IN MY HUMBLE OPINION |