A Memory Palace for Brothers Who Flew Just Close Enough to the Sun & Created the Storm
Ellah Wakatama Allfrey remembers Binyavanga Wainaina.
‘Just look at those nasty trees flaunt / their leaves, each one a tra-la-la.’
The Politics of Feeling
‘Everything already is fraying at the edges if not completely gone.’
‘It was fake that your hugs were convulsive / and your furies unpredictable.’ Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer.
‘The Tanners are like mushrooms: born with every molecule / they’ll ever need.’
‘This had happened once before, / when my life first split / into comfort and pain.’
‘The me that was then / follows, watching from the dark / theatre of my skull.’
‘his balance / between person and / abstraction’s so stirring I want no other token for anything can happen’
‘It murmurs beneath the crust of the ground, or a person who serves as the ground you stand on.’