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[turns white] …I hate when I do that. You terrestrials don’t have to worry about that condition. Sure, I hear you might stutter occasionally, or slip in the Freud, or insert the pause of um, like, uh…. but at least you don’t have to worry about inking yourself. It’s kind of like an underwater Turret’s [...]
The World is not a Home. It is a Market.
“Samarkand and Other Markets I Have Known” is my favorite piece in Soyinka’s most recent book of poems, published in 2004. The poem is dedicated to the Egyptian writer, Naguib Mafouz and begins with two epigraphs. The first one, “The world is a market place” comes from a Yoruba song. And the second, taken from James [...]
