Group Title: CARIFESTA Newspaper Clippings
Title: CARIFESTA '72 : the Beguine - and without the whips
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Title: CARIFESTA '72 : the Beguine - and without the whips
Series Title: CARIFESTA Newspaper Clippings
Physical Description: Book
Creator: Brathwaite, Edward Kamau
Publisher: Guyana Graphic
Publication Date: 11/29/1972
Subject: Carifesta (1st : 1972 : Guyana), Festivals - Caribbean Area
Caribbean   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: South America -- Guyana -- Georgetown
Funding: Support for the development of the technical infrastructure and partner training provided by the United States Department of Education TICFIA program.
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Bibliographic ID: CA00199623
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: Caribbean Community (CARICOM) Secretariat
Holding Location: Caribbean Community (CARICOM) Secretariat
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: CARIFESTA I 1972

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Carifesta '2-8

RIy Edward' kanaw Brithakwaite,


Beguine -




.stories of police harassment.
BWIA announces the de. They had tried, sne sighed:
parture. n the pause Yemajaa, mistress of tne sea:
between that first pronounce- tod:'sabotage her rented car.
nment and the next, we heard :Worst of all. someone had
the tune for the first time. stolen her battery so her radio" '.
On the plane high up over wasn't working. '"ut she
the Greater Antilles, Karl smiled, 'cad you not nre. ino
Parboosingh, the Jamaican tune' .
painter, travelling without a and Shak lvon e smth Khan
single canvas, was unusually ad Shake Kcne with s
Quiet and thoughtful. 'Did you poems and his horn had paied
hear?' he asked ....At Sea- Sthro, h Jult the da' L.*L.*':
well, there was hardly time lade H kin:
for a drink or a chat with lich ael Antnony rwov..j ol-
my parents and the glisten-low in a day or two.
ing grandchildren around As we bit tne iloeld l i
them. They all knew we were over Guyana: drowned and
going to Carifesta. Like radar, dreaming landscape undor us:
their eyes already brought I '
them back echo/lnowledge of brown gaping stains of :-vcrs
it. And they were aware of .widened: green knotty heads MR. BRATHWAITE
the tune. i of trees: the melody was loud
But it was well past mid- and certain. Sister S on 3 i East Coast road where 'he
.night and into small hours- smiled from deep inside her kokers begin and fishermen
when we got through the shining akee-seeds of -eyes toss their nets into the colour
Customs at Piarco, where, to and the Dominicans to)o it of mud.
our surprise, there was no up: .brocade, madras, patois, In 'Literature and Society',
music. So instead of sleep, we lilt. he made the point, looking
made a dead-sea tour of th I'he stewardess sensing'out upon the leaf and rustle
unapuna, curepe, St. the aisle Rohlehr looked nu on their auditorium tiers, that
dosepn Champs Fleurs. .ro and took a drink, t he everything our artists have
Lady Young Lookout, over wasn't listening. He was still attempted, has its root and
cooking Belmont where even working on lis lecture. A offspring in te lives of
then, reluctant lovers still lay we wou p hear people; that poverty and frus-
lost in each others lands few days later we would hear eople; that poverty and frus-
st each others lands: whim speak at the Univsity traction are nqt the ending of
ea -rI. of Guyana at Turkeyen, a fe the story did we not hear
-Next morning, sunlight iike .miles out of town along th the song? For it was stronger
butter but no bread: a cup ot now, confident under the steel
coffee; there was Osogbe in and tom-toms and the Cubans'
her indigo boubou, telling us serenades.
But Tom Clarke of Bar-
bados wasn't listening. The
writers, he waged, had been
insulted. It was they, he felt,
Iwho had conceived of Cari-
festa: Lamming, Carter, Sey-
mour. James. It was them a
-love all other artists who
had .given our Third World's
:third world voice and image.
Why then were them for-.
gotten people of the festival?
Did the camera crews reach
Brathwaite reading .Rights of
Passage? Did the radios listen
in to the Suardiaz/Piquion
debate? Who heard Professor
iEnrique Laguerre of Puerto
Rico, speaking in what he
called Spanglish, protest
against -the US cultural
presence, making another


quiet call for creole authen-
But Lamming was abst,
Harris, Naipaul and Salkey
were not there, LaRose was
still working in London, Derek
Walcott was in New York,
Sherlock and Cesaire could
not come; Frank Collymore,
at .al=vgt 80, lelt he should
not make t. ":
Guillen atbo0, in the ev otf
his departure with the Cuban
dele#atio0: was struck dof :
a heart'ittack. But sent us
music: 4ngela, he said
I have not come to tell
you you are lovely That you
are beautiful I do believe
but that is not what it' is
all about The matter is they
wish that you are dead
'"hey need your scalp To
grace the Big Chief collec-
tion together with the
bodies 'of Jackson and

As we landed at Timehri,
Angela Davis had gone free;
but across the world, in
Munich, other planes were
landing -too; with hopeful
athletes and hidden guns. And
there was Napalm Vietnam
'and letter bombs. What am I,
doiig here? again cried Par-
boosingh. '
But as the brown hand ros'
next day, clutching the sun
and the energy of heaven, we
began to know: as-:Dobru,
Chin-a-Foeng and r,.iman
wrestled through traffic in a
taxi, to make the Opening in
time. '
As Comrade B urnham
spoke:" we could hear the
rhythm walking with him:
The beautiful carvings of
the Djukas in the forest of
.Surinam, are peculiar to our
people; the dancing in Guy-
ana. the steelband in Trini-
dad. ..Jharoo/Broom dance:
St. Kitts maslueraders,
Grenada BRrm Bye, Tea
meeting of 't. Vincent and
the thousand children of the
Pageant. .
all these things are ours.
This festive 1, to my mind,

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represents not only a
conung-togetter of thet
Caribbean peoples, but o, i1s
many respects, a
comnng for us all. .Ws in
the Caribbean may not *I0 u :
to dream to chan tine
world' but we can dream to
change our world.
John Figueroa d'1ncer is
Rasta Reggae, Martin Carter
moved to 0'Shake Keamse'
fiugeLt.horn; the Djuka rnat:r'
drumImer, BatsieuS Baille in-
voked the gods of earth avnd
created congo patterns unaerr
Dobru's verse,
And there was always
music; the ciha-eha-ca, tnos-
quito violin, hoarst voice of
Yoruab, sharp ItiAnastanit and
,ine power of YZpow.

"And within thUe pi *t
oitr Words; originstULJu i o
siar: discovcredp i r
Htif embracin aott
lvon:; Lavini WiUl lu
iss of Haii; Bratltlh Braza
Saad dancing flit h feet
were burned to blood b istag
of board and dru; the. c ee
and glitter of it, L"
fBnjo Man, Mhe people
off the stred to See *bat
ta.iriyF -Greaves tnad patniit$d;
C'heddi JagaR talking aft
ohblehbr's lteture; "And not a
word of Notrma Cameron,
the rStr of. ithefint a In fYt-
tival City, l a ifBag a~ooaer
setting up1 himself beide the
juKe-hrE I; 'JWut WBltue my
words/Cannot reahss the best
of the drfin/Tte sum ti

lrfing. :
You hear, It,,teO We askee
each other; eumla, kaf lina,
the Marthnique Chorale. An4
Moil Townnt rising from
lher be the Yaw lat dkyg ie,
fore her "eth. to s3y take
Just where my wOat4/
Canniot feath my fhgnpti
Young poeB are swaritMtn.
And we tle people umade it
'Thee Wartei BO Wntigm *
Csriftsta, The slave Mie ais'
were absent, Inrstead, there
was fthat tuni again as the
fagr caie down and t1hei
qUgf- -qWf queen Palited out
to all of sW, t Opnies.t doWr
Job yrou AMghtborif Coss Ir N
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