Shannon Bolithoe : A Writing Life

Derek Walcott and the Peculiar Disturbance of His Poetry

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“Blown canes.” Those were his first words to mark me. Like any true discovery, they came tangled in myth. I was about 16, a sixth former at Titchfield, my high school on a peninsula in Port Antonio, a town on the northeastern coast of Jamaica.

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Author: SBolithoe

Librarian, author, blogger, presenter, history buff and animal lover.

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