That is the effort, the labour of the Antillean imagination, rebuilding its gods from bamboo frames, phrase by phrase. - Derek Walcott

I loved them as poets love the poetry
that kills them, as drowned sailors the sea.

The future happens, no matter how much we scream.

There is the buried language and there is the individual vocabulary, and the process of poetry is one of excavation and of self-discovery. Tonally the individual voice is a dialect; it shapes its own accent, its own vocabulary and melody in defiance of an imperial concept of language, the language of Ozymandias, libraries and dictionaries, law courts and critics, and churches, universities, political dogma, the diction of institutions. Poetry is an island that breaks away from the main.