Presentation on theme: "Dennis Brutus By: Nick P. Aaron F.. Background Dennis Brutus was born in Harare, Zimbabwe on November 28 th 1924 Brutus’ parents were both of South."— Presentation transcript:
Dennis Brutus By: Nick P. Aaron F.
Background Dennis Brutus was born in Harare, Zimbabwe on November 28 th 1924 Brutus’ parents were both of South Africans, however Brutus was of African, Italian and French ancestry
Background Brutus was a student at the University of Fort Hare and the University of Witwatersand Brutus was a member of the faculty at the University of Denver and Northwestern University He was a professor of emeritus at the University of Pittsburgh
Background Brutus was an activist who encouraged equality and opposed racism in athletics. Brutus was that president of the South African Non-Racial Olympic committee and voted for South Africa not to participate in the Olympic movement
Background Brutus was arrested in 1960 but fled the country after his bail was posted. He was captured by Portuguese police and was shot in the back during the arrest. He was convicted to eighteen months in prison of which he spent sixteen months on Robben Island in the cell next to Nelson Mandela He died on December 26 th 2009 at his home in Cape Town, South Africa due to prostate cancer.
Poems Saffron dawn glimmers beyond the mountain's blue bulk my shoulder's reflection infringes on the window's dim report So let some impact from you my words echo resonance lend impulse to the bright looming dawn
Poems Somehow we survive and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither. Investigating searchlights rake our naked unprotected contours; over our heads the monolithic Decalogue of fascist prohibition glowers and teeters for a catastrophic fall; boots club the peeling door. But somehow we survive severance, deprivation, loss. Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark hissing their menace to our lives, most cruel, all our land is scarred with terror, rendered unlovely and unlovable; sundered are we and all our passionate surrender but somehow tenderness survives.
Analysis Summary: I think this poem is about the all of the wars that go on all over Africa and even after all of the terror that the people in these regions have gone through they still manage to survive. Brutus’ experiences reflect in his writing. Theme: Perseverance Literary Devices: Mood: The author sets a dark and fearful mood in this poem “Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark hissing their menace to our lives” Imagery: “boots club the peeling door.”
Poems Each day, each hour is not painful, exile is not amputation, there is no bleeding wound no torn flesh and severed nerves; the secret is clamping down holding the lid of awareness tight shut— sealing in the acrid searing stench that scalds the eyes, swallows up the breath and fixes the brain in a wail— until some thoughtless questioner pries the sealed lid loose; I can exclude awareness of exile until someone calls me one.
Poems Golden oaks and jacarandas flowering: exquisite images to wrench my heart.
Poems There will come a time There will come a time we believe When the shape of the planet and the divisions of the land Will be less important; We will be caught in a glow of friendship a red star of hope will illuminate our lives A star of hope A star of joy A star of freedom
Analysis Summary: This poem is about how the author thinks that one day humans will unite and racism will not exist. Theme: Unity, Equality Literary Devices: Repetition “There will come a time There will come a time we believe “ Metaphor: A star of hope A star of joy A star of freedom Mood: This poem has a very positive mood and represents the author’s ideal world. Hyperbole: The poem itself could be considered as a hyperbole because it may never happen.
Discussion Questions What do you think the stars in this poem represent? Do you think that our world will ever exist without racism? Do you think there is a lot of discrimination in Canada? Do you think our world would work if we didn’t have countries?
Poems The agony returns; after a crisis, delirium, surcease and aftermath; my heart knows an exhausted calm, catharsis brings forgetfulness but with recovery, resilience the agony returns.
Poems I have been bedded in London and Paris Amsterdam and Rotterdam, in Munich and Frankfort Warsaw and Rome— and still my heart cries out for home!
Poems Exile is the reproach of beauty in a foreign landscape, vaguely familiar because it echoes remembered beauty.
Work Cited http://www.danpink.com/archives/2009/12/dennis-brutus