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September 27, 2007

Christopher Okigbo Conference / Harvard /September 07

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 11:17 am

I have been making notes, and reviewing photographs with the intention of constructing an essay, an exploration into an historical Conference in which the poet, Christopher Okigbo, was the catalyst for reopening and addressing the Nigeria/Biafran Civil War.
An unresolved war. An unresolved nation. As someone pointed out, the Pogroms against the Igbos living in northern Nigeria (1966) were the first of several such events that have defined several African nations for the last forty years. A “One Nigeria” - with the declaration of the country’s Independence in 1960 was to have been the initiation of a post-colonial emergence of new democracies through out Africa. Nigerian writers such as Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka, Okigbo - among several others were at the literary vanguard of imaginative writing that would redefine both the country, as well as the International perception of life in that nation. In many ways they succeeded, particularly in the latter. Ironically, the Civil War, and its series of subsenquent military governments, has left the country’s identity and well being in tatters. The Conference, its historical moment, reconnected many of currents that produced the initial war - the drive toward Biafra’s succession, and the forces of reconciliation. Soyinka, a Yoruba, though he was imprisoned by both sides - and a ferverent opponent of military rule, tirelessly worked for a Federalist form of reconciliation, inclusive of the Ibo, and inclusive of the minority tribes within Biafra, many of whom opposed the war. Achebe, an Igbo, and Biafran supporter, despaired of any rapprochement. Both writers were school mates and close friends of Okigbo. To have Achebe and Soyinka seated together on a public panel, reflecting on the life, work and decisions of the poet to support Biafra felt like a monumental moment, practically heart breaking in its emotional intensity. You could have cut the air with a knife.

What I have said here is a terribly limited paraphrase of many political issues! As a young lecturer in the English Department - as well as the weekly Sunday night host of the student poetry group - at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka - the intellectual seat of the succession, as well as opposition to that option - I found myself deeply immersed between these forces. Aggrieved by the genocide in the North against the Igbos, yet deeply ambivalent about a separate state - what I thought would be a suicidal option. As an invitee to the Conference, the event provided a personal way to revisit the site of a historical trauma. Indeed, much in the way the past remains present, forty years hence I found myself back in it, wrestling with the old arguments, turbulent contradictions and demons. Indeed, in my conference journal, I find myself quoting anew the same colleagues I was quoting in the journal I kept at Nsukka prior to the war! And yet this event ‘enriched’ my awareness of the actual history of the war - of which I was separate - and I was freshened by new voices and insights of young writers and scholars who participated in the Conference. Nothing was resolved. Yet, here in this host country of Igbo and Nigerian diaspora, there was the richness of having this history open and on the table. I wait to say more.
Apolgies in advance for the mixed(!) quality of these photos!

Chinua Achebe: Harvard

Chinua Achebe, one of Africa’s most distinguished novelists, (Things Fall Apart, among many more). For many years a resident of the U.S.A.

Okigbo Conference Journal.1

Pages from my journal notes.

Soyinka:Achebe Harvard

Wole Soyinka, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, and international resident, & Dr. Michael Echeruo, my former colleage at the University of Nigeria, English Department, a leading scholar of English and Igbo language, and once a principal figure in the formation of Biafra’s identity. Since the nineties, a resident of the USA and distinguished member of the Syracuse University English Department (I think that’s fair).

Chimamanda Adichie

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, author of Half of a a Yellow Sun, a recent much heralded novel of the Igbo experience of the war. (And much more!)

Obi Okigbo :right

(Right) Obi Okigbo, daughter of Christopher Okigbo, and director of the Christopher Okigbo Foundation. (Left) Name? A research fellow at W. E. B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research.

Fix Nigeria

Hat worn - on the last day of the Conference by Patrick Oguejiofor, Chairman of the Christopher Okigbo Society of Nigeria.

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Nigeria.Student
(Left to right) Felix Okeke-Ezigbo, Stephen Vincent, Chukwuma Azuoye;
University of Nigeria, Nsukka (then declared Biafra), June 1967.

The Conference also marked my reunion with three former students at Nsukka: Chukwuma Azuonye, who organized he event, Obiora Udechukwu, artist, and, Dubem Okafor. In 1966-67, they shared my Introduction to Literature class and, equally important, were members of our weekly, Sunday evening campus Poetry Group. The group continued to meet and write during the war. Infrequently, at best, I would receive letters and poems during that period. For the historical record, the poems and correspondence are archived, with much of the rest of my African materials, at Northwestern University in the Library’s archives in Special Collections. Any one doing a history of the Biafran side of the war could no doubt benefit from a reading of both poems and letters.

Forty years since the start of the war, and among the first times we have met with each other, here are some pictures. My are we reshaped, and some silvered, by the years!

Dr. Dubem Okafor

Dr. Dubem Okafor, here looking like a traditional village elder dispensing greetings and advice to visitors, here on the steps of Harvard’s Barker Center, no doubt doing a little of the same! Okafor is the President of the Muticultural and Literacy Institute in Reading, Pennsylvania.

Obiorha Udechukwu

Obiora Udechukwu (posed with yours truly) is painter, as well as Professor of Fine Arts and Coordinator of the African Studies Program at St. Lawrence University. During the Conference, an exhibit of his new work opened at Sherman Gallery, Boston University. Gosh what a shaky photo!
Below, Dr. Chukuma Azuonye, on the left, is former dirctor of African Studies at University of Boston Massachussetts; he is now a fellow at the Du Bois Institute, Harvard University, and currently editing the collected poems of Christopher Okigbo.

Chukwuma Azuonye, M. Echeruo &<br />
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September 25, 2007

Walden Pond to Nigeria - September 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 9:41 am

Walden Pond

Accompanied by poet Allen Bramhall, (a real multi-generational Yankee local), we took a delightful Indian summer walk around Walden Pond (a narrow - for good counter-erosion reasons - wire fenced trail) with joggers, baby strollers, just plain strollers, and Pond swimmers amongst afternoon trees, shadows, sun, and that still oddly juxtapositional still operative railroad track at the pond’s upper edge.

Yes, am back from trip that took me from Boston to Lewiston, Maine (Bates College, guest of Jonathan Skinner and Isabelle Pelissier) to lead class walks and give a reading with the delightful Ben Friedlander), then back down the coast to Cambridge for a Boston UMass/Harvard Conference in celebration and exploration of the work of poet Christoper Okigbo, the poet killed at the start of the Biafran/Nigerian Civil war. Among the featured partipants were Chinua Achebe and Wole Soyinka, undoubtedly the two most well known and respected writers from Nigeria. Achebe, and Ibo, sided with the secession Biafra. Soyinka, a Yoruba, valiantly tried to mediate a stop to the war from the Federal side. In truth, it was a Conference as much about the forces that caused the war, and continue to challenge any discussion of the viability of Nigeria as a nation. A profoundly moving experience, but more and various in later postings.

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September 15, 2007

Out of town for Maine & the late Christopher Okigbo

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 6:20 am

Leaving for Boston, Saturday, September 15, back on Sunday, September 23. I will lead a couple of “writing & walking” workshops and giving a reading at Bates College in Maine on Tuesday and Wednesday. I will also be reading at U Mass in Boston on Thursday evening in conjunction with the Conference in celebration of the work of the late Christopher Okigbo. Why me there? I taught in the English and Humanities Department at the University of Nigeria between 1965 and 67, (Peace Corps), and left very shortly before the start of the Biafran war. We had a wonderful poetry group and the Conference will be the reunion of most of us for the first time in forty years! Many of my colleagues and then students have continued to write poetry, and work, if not lead African studies and English Departments in the USA. Many folks will also be coming from Nigeria. It will also be an honor to be among the greats of Nigerian/African, and English literature, including Chinua Achebe and Wole Soyinka. Needless to say I am quite excited about this trip.

If your new to this site - and would like to know of my work - here is a repeat of the news on my latest book.

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… these are the poems Stephen Vincent has been preparing to write his entire life. They definitely pass the “take the top of your head off” test. I went cover to cover without even sitting up. Ron Silliman, Silliman’s Blog, http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ Go down to the entry of May 15, 2007

At long last is Walking Theory, Stephen Vincent’s observant, large-hearted poems bundled into book form, engaging architecture, people on the move, the seasons and other transience, the talk that binds the day: Goodbye, rhetoric, the desperate,/what can the poem do, walking, step-by-step:/ witness, suffer, hope.
Urbane and companionable, rare virtues flaunted here, curbside delight. Bill Berkson

Stephen Vincent’s work here preserves and enhances the ancient association of the foot as measure of the poetic line. In Walking Theory measure becomes metaphor: “…foot ever to the ground, image by image, /thought by thought, word by word…” This is the measure of the continuity of a poet’s life as he moves through the days, from the grief-stricken rhythms of the opening section of elegies to the more expansive tours of the San Francisco neighborhoods where he lives and works. Vincent celebrates the beauty of these familiar landscapes, as well as strange, unexpected and sometimes mundane details. In a wonderful pun that arises in the midst of the naming of spring flowers, “the dotted eye” suggests the I of linguistic convention as the seeing, moving body’s eye transformed by language.
Beverly Dahlen

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September 12, 2007

Mother / Green Haptic & Blue-Green Bowl

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 4:22 am

Mother / Haptic
Mother / A Green Haptic

Green haptic made in the presence of my mother one recent Friday evening.
“What do you think, Mom?” I lift it up and show it to her.
“I like it. The way you put the pieces together.”
Yes, pieces, an aggregation of pieces. That seems right.
I had not thought of it that way. The way the demarcation of pulses
become pieces.

Peach & Green Bowl

At home in the late evening. One of the last peaches of the season.
A blue-green, fiesta bowl.
Out of focus. A painting by Gerhard Richter?
Is anything not ever by someone else? Yes.
Is it necessary to talk about everything? No.

Fiesta Bowl with Henry Peach

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September 6, 2007

Be Well, A Big Green Haptic

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 11:51 pm

Green Large

As the start of Fall goes otherwise into a slow, then quick, multiple gasp, flourish of color: amber, scarlet, gold, gray, et al -
To touch once again the green fuse:
Spring’s gift, Spring’s death. An appeal, a call, an insistence:
Be Well, Be Well.
The fury of wonderment. Calling.

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Missing - Sidewalk Blues (series)

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 4:36 am

Missing

Who is not missing? There is always somebody. Somebody is missing their halo, their aura. The disposition to live. One can be a brother, sister or, once, closest friend. Who knows really how, why or in what way they choose to fade away. Entrapment? Seduction? Poor choice of friends? A lover who disappears, cuts the soul in half? No song to reconcile, to bring one back up again. The small, unelaborated torture. We touch you with our lips against a windowpane without a picture, a vista, a hiding place. You are gone. There is a deep blank in the heart. It bangs furiously. It drops slowly into place, a rubbed, vague figure in the cement. No whistle, no love to ever call you back. Incised, however. Ink. Ink in blue.

Stencil, corner of 18th & Fair Oaks St., San Francisco.

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September 2, 2007

Stephen Vincent: Interview at Exchange Values

Filed under: Uncategorized — Stephen @ 4:47 am

If you have an interest, Tom Beckett’s interview with me is currently featured at Exchange Values. Includes reflections on current work (walking, transversions & haptics) and new projects, origins and history as both a poet and publisher, and the various communities of poets (from virtual to local) in which I find my company as a writer. Your comments, as always, appreciated.

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