Revisiting the small small, Accra 2016 – I

This is the first of series of posts to follow up on my recent visit to Accra, Ghana. 2008 was when I was there last, and 2002 was when Ghana introduced me to Africa. Since then, what has changed without as seen through the prism of what has changed within is written out in verse and reflection. The context has always been work, but content can change context.

May 15 – Inflight Dubai to Accra

The plumb fascination dons
   every mask, every
   trite boredom, every sink
   that wishes well, the

Plum fascination is a gasp,
   a gap of known and
   little known facts, a gap
   of missing factotums.

“Small small” is Ghanaian speak for a little quantity, small change, etc. Poetically, it captures the spirit of the Tao Te Ching, “know the high, stick to the low.” But all that has been forgotten and turned upside down historically in favor of the grand. A redemptive poetics of the small small is not possible without reaching back and bringing back to the fore the “little known facts” and the “missing factotums.”

May 16

The tailbone of the journey is far from
    Release unless you
Endear its father & soulfish its
    Ancestry; its ghoul of

Faith & train of unreason; the 
    Tailbone of your untapped
Soulwhistle is the further ash
    That trammels and pouts

As it sings, inks into the
    Untimed meter of gash
Of ink and the body of craft & pain.

A poetics of the small small is also not possible without a soulful accounting of the damage done by the patriarchal laws of entitlement and its “train of unreason” masked as faith.

May 17

The old dominion of dread is
   but half past

dead, half past the fleet of
   the unsaid, the

blue cart of a thrush's 
   unusual said, and

done and what is untrue of
   sky is true of sin,

true too of the half past
   unsung dread

the languor, the peel of
   dread and its song.

What has been damaged is felt today as dread, what Erich Fromm calls “the fear of freedom.” The machinery of sin and shame keeps that fear – though irrelevant, unrooted, out of place and time – in play.

May 18

The sin has to decide
  to drown its bellowed

Insight in the shadow
  of this here wanton

Word wanting to drift
  a broken toast, a

Wooden art and the semblance
  of a power turret

In the following posts, I will try to tackle aspects of the “power turret”, the myth of the great leader, the history of colonialism, neoliberalism and Orientalism as they relate to Ghana and as voiced by its poets.

16 comments on “Revisiting the small small, Accra 2016 – I

  1. thotpurge says:

    This is like the story that you know has a tragic end, but you can’t stop reading… power turrets, missing facts, dread and unreason do not bode well…

  2. […] is the second of a series of posts on my visit to Accra, Ghana, in May 2016. The first one, introduced the sense of the small […]

  3. tmezpoetry says:


  4. Lola Elvy says:

    These sections seem to build momentum as they go. I like what you say at the beginning about content changing context; that can be very true indeed, as even when content does not specifically change context, content can surpass context (and that surpassing may be of even more importance than simply change). Some good lines here.

    • huzaifazoom says:

      Yes, and an example of content surpassing context is this very set of posts. Few of my work colleagues would find these tangents useful or even relevant, but they allow keener insights.

  5. […] first two posts on my recent Accra visit are here and […]

  6. mrsorenson says:

    Hzfm, you have in these words, structured unstructured and backnforth, touched on and validated my most fearful hopes. Thank you very much. For talking to me in such gigantically small terms. The terms we live by. Poetically in debt, I am, M

    • huzaifazoom says:

      And thanks for allowing me to revisit themes whose relevance is as large as their shrinking resonance – at least that is what seems. I have been reworking and re-articulating the same same attempting to strike that deeper chord.

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