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- Author: Bill F Ndi
- Publisher: Langaa RPCID
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 88
- ISBN-10: 9956728640
- ISBN-13: 9789956728640
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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The poems in this collection are adequate, with great lines. The rhythm is stimulating to all the five senses thanks to the use of multiple images. A lot of imagery in Vestiges gives a picture of a war front after a ferocious battle. The objects, animals, and images in the poems disorient and lead the reader to focusing on putting flesh to the bones than just getting the juice of the poems... The rhythm more than anything else carries the reader through this chaotic tableau painted in Vestiges. In a way, this comes across as a substantiation of the poet's vision of our world and an explanation as to why he considers this collection as a skeleton; and precisely skeletons left by the ravages of war. Is the poet's world and ours a field of ruins and topsy-turvydom to which we are all blind? The answer is yours.
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- Author: Bill F Ndi
- Publisher: Langaa RPCID
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 88
- ISBN-10: 9956728640
- ISBN-13: 9789956728640
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
The poems in this collection are adequate, with great lines. The rhythm is stimulating to all the five senses thanks to the use of multiple images. A lot of imagery in Vestiges gives a picture of a war front after a ferocious battle. The objects, animals, and images in the poems disorient and lead the reader to focusing on putting flesh to the bones than just getting the juice of the poems... The rhythm more than anything else carries the reader through this chaotic tableau painted in Vestiges. In a way, this comes across as a substantiation of the poet's vision of our world and an explanation as to why he considers this collection as a skeleton; and precisely skeletons left by the ravages of war. Is the poet's world and ours a field of ruins and topsy-turvydom to which we are all blind? The answer is yours.
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