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After a long time, I am back and wrote a blog. Yes finally our last and semester 4 is begun and that's why one of my favorite activities - thinking Activity is started now. So today I want to talk about "Live Burial" by Wole Soyinka. As a part of the syllabus, students of the English Department are learning the paper called "African Literature". So, let’s start friends. But before we start I want to give short information about what kind of things we see here…
After a long time, I am back and wrote a blog. Yes finally our last and semester 4 is begun and that's why one of my favorite activities - thinking Activity is started now. So today I want to talk about "Live Burial" by Wole Soyinka. As a part of the syllabus, students of the English Department are learning the paper called "African Literature". So, let’s start friends. But before we start I want to give short information about what kind of things we see here…
Wole Soyinka (pronounced Akinwande Oluwole Babatunde Soyinka) is a Nigerian dramatist, writer, poet, and essayist who writes in English. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1986, making him the first Sub-Saharan African to do so. Soyinka was born in Abeokuta, Nigeria, to a Yoruba family. He began his education at Government College in Ibadan in 1954, then went on to University College Ibadan and the University of Leeds in England after that. He worked with the Royal Court Theatre in London after studying in Nigeria and the United Kingdom. He went on to compose plays that were performed in theatres and on the radio in both nations. He was a key figure in Nigeria's political history and independence struggle from British colonial authority. He seized the Western Nigeria Broadcasting Service studio in 1965 and broadcast a call for the Western Nigeria Regional Elections to be canceled. During the Nigerian Civil War in 1967, he was arrested by General Yakubu Gowon's federal authority and held in solitary confinement for two years. Soyinka has been a vocal opponent of various Nigerian administrations, particularly the country's several military rulers, as well as other political dictatorships such as Zimbabwe's Mugabe regime. "The oppressive boot and the irrelevance of the color of the foot that wears it," he has written extensively.
Live Burial :
Sixteen paces
By twenty-three. They hold
Siege against humanity
And Truth
Employing time to drill through to
his sanity
Schismatic
Lover of Antigone!
You will?
You will unearth
Corpses of yester-
Year? Expose manure of present birth?
Seal him live
In that same necropolis.
May his ghost mistress
Point the classic
Route to Outsiders' Stygian Mysteries.
Bulletin:
He sleeps well, eats
Well. His doctors note
No damage
Our plastic surgeons tend his public image.
Confession Fiction?
Is truth not essence
Of Art, and fiction Art?
Lest it rust
We kindly borrowed his poetic license.
Galileo
We hoped he'd prove - age
Or genius may recant - our butchers
Tired of waiting
Ordered; take the scapegoat, drop
the sage.
Guara'l The lizard:
Every minute scrapes
A concrete mixer throat.
The cola slime
Flies to blotch the walls in
patterned grime
The ghoul:
Flushed from hanging, sniffles
Snuff, to clear his head of
Sins -- the law
Declared -- that morning's gallows
load were dead of.
The voyeur:
Times his sly patrol
For the hour upon the throne
I think he thrills
To hear the Muse's constipate groan
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