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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 March 2016) 20 (1 (49)): 129–145.
Published: 01 March 2016
... is crucial; without it the ideological fictions of the contemporary world order that consign the vast majority of its population to a subhuman status remain uncontested and grow every generation in weight and power. Thanks to David Scott and Todne Thomas for their insightful comments on this...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2014) 18 (2 (44)): 69–71.
Published: 01 July 2014
...Kamau Brathwaite A tribute to Nelson Mandela © Kamau Brathwaite 2014 Living in this solitude surrounded by its waters whales conquistadores voyagers Quarrying each day and every day into the hard blind limestone blisters of yr memory. remembering everything until it seem like nothing...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2015) 19 (2 (47)): 111–119.
Published: 01 July 2015
.... Only the jaivas have your scuttle down and they would flee when we hung lanterns at the cliff's edge every moonless night. A traer las sardinas, whole shoals of them. Wilson and my grandfather hushing me cuando la linterna revelaba formas where the water roared up into sea. Bring a...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2011) 15 (2 (35)): 117–123.
Published: 01 July 2011
..., where everything was made, and it snowed. For years we yelled bye bye Aunty Patsy! every time a plane passed over the house, those mysterious birds, night’s unsteady stars...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2019) 23 (2 (2)): 73–79.
Published: 01 July 2019
... a home-cooked meal and to excise his demons in the small of my mother’s back. Every day after school my adoptive father waited on the front porch, watched from a folding chair as I checked the mailbox, dragged my feet up the steep driveway to beg his permission to...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 June 2008) 12 (2): 125–132.
Published: 01 June 2008
... crowd, and all the fanfare required for such an auspicious occasion. Over the next four days he attended numerous lavish engagements, din- ners, and balls in his honor. The locals lined the streets at every opportunity to catch a glimpse of their “Sailor Prince,” consumed by the need to know the...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2012) 16 (2 (38)): 164–169.
Published: 01 July 2012
... bottom of the world, The waters rose outside the front gate. Elsewhere, perched on skinny concrete legs, Houses lifted their skirts, while cars Became boats, floating downstream, Sons became sailors, wading to anchor them, Roads became rivers that led to the sea. Every angel fills the...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 November 2010) 14 (3 (33)): 135–141.
Published: 01 November 2010
... tory Haiti Has. I used a seismic metaphor for connotations. “History and Haiti” only two weeks before the Haiti, as a Nation, uses every cultural tool earthquake. So I’ll avoid that. But History as in its box to transmit its History, from song Lava, bubbling and spitting...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2013) 17 (2 (41)): 211–222.
Published: 01 July 2013
... smoke in the wind at every sunrise. I believe you let them think you were dead to survive. In my story I am your long-lost granddaughter, stolen away by the writers of high school history books, the pulsing vein between us severed as I slept many lifetimes in a bed that was not my own...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 June 2007) 11 (2): 34–45.
Published: 01 June 2007
... disasters. And this is to me the first question every single soul there wakes up to. From the most wretched living in the murky salt marshes on the coast to the dwindling Hollywood style villa dwellers in the hills. It is an equation that most have to solve in a minute-by-minute stanza and at the end...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 September 2005) 9 (2): 104–108.
Published: 01 September 2005
... categorization. Benjamin uses every medium at hand: painting, collage, ready-made, decoration, lighting, projection, photocopies, sculp- ture. In the early 1990s, he transformed a home in Port-au-Prince, integrating his large paintings of hyperrealist fi gures—faces and bodies lacerated—into elements of...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2010) 14 (2 (32)): vii–viii.
Published: 01 July 2010
... 184 Contributors 31 • March 2010 • David Scott  |  vii Preface: Facing the Literary David Scott Every negro walk in a circle. Take that and make of it what you will. —Marlon James, The Book of Night Women What do we do...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 February 2007) 11 (1): 149–151.
Published: 01 February 2007
... adult stupidity. She had always been fascinated with words, from the delightful nonsense of nursery rhymes to the near impossible supercalifragilisticexpialidocious of Mary Poppins. At her new school, she seemed to learn a new word every day—words like gumption, confiscate...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2019) 23 (2 (2)): 80–88.
Published: 01 July 2019
.... Copyright © 2019 Small Axe, Inc. 2019 queer Jamaica the Bronx indentureship Indo-Jamaican Second Place, Poetry Height: 5′7″ Weight: 110 lbs Markings: X, right arm Caste: ----- i. Compendium of loss: read the first lines of every ship charter. My great-grandfather could not...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 March 2005) 9 (1): 84–92.
Published: 01 March 2005
.... Now every morning, I took the bus, and the driver, Ms. Fletcher, a big fat white woman, opened the door (she didn’t even know I was absent for two weeks) and I made my way to the back of the bus to face even more humiliation. For the two weeks I was absent, she probably stopped, opened the...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2010) 14 (2 (32)): 140–144.
Published: 01 July 2010
... © Small Axe, Inc. 32 • July 2010 • Alake Pilgrim  |  141 He stand up there posing on the side of the road with the brand new football under his arm. Every evening he there in the same pose, on the same spot, liking himself...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2017) 21 (2 (53)): 177–183.
Published: 01 July 2017
... in their bellies that grief comes from exhaling. Others sank into themselves, bracing for the next time. And every time the clerk emerged and called a new name—“Raymond Borde?” “Michael Callendar?” “Frederick Jacobs?” “Jabari Thorpe?”—the Tiger Balm and Bay Rum sold faster, their acrid smells...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 March 2002) 6 (1): 151–157.
Published: 01 March 2002
... course, before it can be rediscovered it has to be discovered. A e “discovery” is traditionally attributed to the ancient Greeks. According to this view, philosophy does not necessarily emerge in ssmallmall every culture or society. Rather, philosophy is linked to a particular culture or...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2014) 18 (2 (44)): 148–157.
Published: 01 July 2014
... once-spotless whiteness, room by room. Beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed bastard child of the guilty ghost of the Reich, whose every odyssey seeks anew some final expiation of the sins of the fatherland, the redemption in academic pilgrimages to such strange places as Cumberland...
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Small Axe: A Caribbean Journal of Criticism (1 July 2013) 17 (2 (41)): 223–236.
Published: 01 July 2013
.... Years before she'd taken Daniel to see the pink birds roost. The birds had landed in rosy blurs, whole ibis families staining the mangroves red. “Mama, how do they know to come here every night?” he asked. They come, she'd told him, because this is where they sleep. Even the littlest bird knows...