Born in Bridgetown, Barbados, Kamau Braithwaite received his Ph.D. in philosophy from the University of Sussex after earning his bachelor’s from Pembroke College at Cambridge. Braithwaite was one of the co-founders of the Caribbean Artists Movement and has published books of poetry, plays, essays, and nonfiction. Among his honors, Braithwaite counts the Casa de las Americas Prize for Literary Criticism, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature, and fellowships from the Fulbright Foundation as well as the Ford Foundation. He lives in Barbados and New York City.
Slowly the white dream wrestle(s) to life
hands shaping the salt and the foreign cornfields
the cold flesh kneaded by fingers
is ready for the charcoal for the black wife
of heat the years of green sleeping in the volcano.
the dream becomes tougher. settling into its shape
like a bullfrog. suns rise and electrons
touch it. walls melt into brown. moving to crisp and crackle
breathing edge of the knife of the oven.
noise of the shop. noise of the farmer. market.
on this slab of lord. on this table w/ its oil-skin cloth
on this altar of the bone. this scarifice
of isaac. warm dead. warm merchandise. more than worn merchandise
itself. the dream of the soil itself
flesh of the god you break. peace to your lips. strife
of the multitudes who howl all day for ijs saviour
who need its crumbs as fish. flickering through their green element
need a wide glassy wisdom
to keep their groans alive
and this loaf here. life
now halted. more and more water add-
itive. the dream less clear. the soil more distant
its prayer of table. bless of lips. more hard to reach w/ penn-
ies. the knife
that should have cut it. the hands that should have broken open its victory
of crusts at your throat. balaam watching w/ red leak
-ing eyes. the rats
finding only this young empty husk
ening their ratchets. your wife
going out on the streets. searching searching
her feet tapping. the lights of the motor-
cars watching watching round-
ing the shape of her girdle. her back naked
rolled into night into night w/out morning
rolled into dead into dead w/out vision
rolled into life into life w/out dream
- “Caribbean Culture: Soundings On Kamau Brathwaite” by Annie Paul. The University of the West Indies Press. February 2009.
- “Poetics, Revelations, and Catastrophes: an Interview with Kamau Brathwaite” with Joyelle McSweeney. Rain Taxi. Fall 2005.
- Review of Ancestors by Keith Mitchell. Oyster Boy Review. 2001.
- Interview. The Caribbean Writer. 26 February 1991.
Reading | November 15, 2001