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KWAME DAWES, POET & WRITER

The poet's language is vivid and visceral; his courage and honesty blaze a path in poem after poem. This is the music of survival and transcendence. Indeed, the poetry of Kwame Dawes makes the impossible possible.” —Martin Espada

Kwame Dawes is one of the most important writers of his generation who has built a mighty and lasting body of work..” —Elizabeth Alexander

Majestic is the word that comes to mind reading the finely wrought poems of Kwame Dawes... a sublime talent is needed to fashion poems of such capacious grace and energy.” —Terrance Hayes

Born in Ghana in 1962, Kwame Dawes spent most of his childhood and early adult life in Jamaica. He is a writer of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and plays. As a poet, he is profoundly influenced by the rhythms and textures of that lush place, citing in a recent interview his “spiritual, intellectual, and emotional engagement with reggae music.” His book Bob Marley: Lyrical Genius remains the most authoritative study of the lyrics of Bob Marley.

Dawes has published thirteen collections of poetry. His most recent titles include Wisteria, finalist for the Patterson Memorial Prize; Impossible Flying (2007), and Gomer's Song (2007). Progeny of Air (Peepal Tree, 1994) was the winner of the Forward Poetry Prize for Best First Collection in the UK. Other poetry collections include: Resisting the Anomie (Goose Lane, 1995); Prophets (Peepal Tree, 1995); Jacko Jacobus, (Peepal Tree, 1996); and Requiem, (Peepal Tree. 1996) a suite of poems inspired by the illustrations of African American artist, Tom Feelings in his landmark book The Middle Passage: White Ships/Black Cargo; and Shook Foil (Peepal Tree, 1998) a collection of reggae-inspired poems. His book, Midland, was awarded the Hollis Summers Poetry Prize by the Ohio University Press (2001). In 2001, Dawes was a winner of a Pushcart Prize for the best American poetry of 2001 for his long poem, "Inheritance."

In 2007, two books were released: a novel, She's Gone (Akashic Books) and A Far Cry From Plymouth Rock: A Personal Narrative (Peepal Tree Books). His essays have appeared in numerous journals including Bomb Magazine, The London Review of Books, Granta, Essence, World Literature Today and Double Take Magazine.

Dawes is an actor, playwright, and producer, an accomplished storyteller, broadcaster, and was the lead singer in Ujamaa, a reggae band. To date, he has seen produced fifteen of his plays and he has acted in, directed or produced several of these productions, most recently a production of his musical, One Love, at the Lyric Hammersmith in London. Commissioned by Talawa, Britian's leading black theatre company, and inspired by Rogert Mais' classic novel Brotherman , One Love takes us to the heart of the Jamaican soul, as actors, dancers, singers, life musicians and a DJ draw on influences such as Bob Marley and Lee 'Scratch' Perry to tell this powerful parable of desire and denial.

Through the years, Dawes has collaborated with musicians and artists to create a dynamic series of performances based on his poetry that have proven to be some of the most compelling and challenging presentations of poetry being performed today. Wisteria is a multimedia performance with composer Kevin Simmonds, who set the poems from Dawes’ book of the same name, to music. The result is an evening length performance that explores the life of women who lived through the Jim Crow period in Sumter, South Carolina.

Dawes is Distinguished Poet in Residence, Louis Frye Scudder Professor of Liberal Arts and Founder and executive Director of the South Carolina Poetry Initiative. He is the director of the University of South Carolina Arts Institute and the programming director of the Calabash International Literary Festival, which takes place in Jamaica in May of each year.

He is a regular blogger for the Poetry Foundation, his blogs can be read at www.poetryfoundation.org.

See additional information about Kwame Dawes and his publications on his website: www.kwamedawes.com.

Kwame Dawes

©Rachel Eliza Griffith

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Excerpt from BOB MARLEY-LYRICAL GENIUS

On Saturday, December 4, 1976, Marley had finally managed a few hours sleep. Awake now, he realized that he would have to decide whether he was going to perform at the Smile Jamaica concert in National heroes Park in Jamaica. He could not forget the night before--after all, his wounds were fresh--a homemade bullet had grazed his chest bone just above his heart, and had cut into his right bicep. He was alive. Down in Kingston, Don Taylor, his manager was still wrestling for his life. Marley would tell interviewers that he had dreamt of the assassination attempt a night before it happened, but nothing could have prepared him for the tough decision he had to make.

ON THE BIRTH OF MY SON
For Kekeli

No sharp screams, although after they lifted him,
his brown body covered in the soft film of clay,
he thumped the air and made sounds.
They plucked him out from ribbons of flesh,
the neat line in her skin, with the chord
taut around his neck. And it was only in that
instant of limbs, umbilicus, slick hair
and the glare of the OR's blue light,
the crowd in green uniforms around us,
that I knew that the fluttering in my chest
was not from the trauma, the rush, the sprint
to extract him breathing, alive, it was
the revelation of his penis, the sound
of the word, "son", its alien sobering, and the rush
of every image, every fear, every silence,
every tension, every broken meaning.

WISTERIA__

Circumspect woman,
you carry your memories_
tied up in a lip-stick-stained
kerchief in a worn straw basket.
When you undo the knot,
the scent of wisteria,
thick with the nausea of nostalgia
fills the closed-in room.
You lean into the microphone,
smile at the turning tape,
while fingering the fading petals.
You intone your history,
breathing in the muggy_
scent of wayward love._
Your anger is always_
a whisper, enigmatic,
almost unspoken,_
just a steady heat._
I don't like 'em_
never did, never could . . .