#ThursPoetry returns this week for another Zimbabwean poem thanks to our friends at Gourd of Consciousness.
Tashinga Majiri graduated in 2019 with a Diploma in Fine Art from the National Gallery of Zimbabwe School of Visual Art and Design, specializing in painting and engraving. He is a member of Gourd of Consciousness Poetry. As a poet he is also interested in the engagement that is possible through the subtle incorporation of automatic writing into his canvases.
He wrote poems published in The Standard newspaper and illustrated a children’s book published by Paivapo Editori in 2017.
Recent exhibitions include, Green Shoots, National Gallery of Zimbabwe, 2019,
Rembrandt at 350, National Gallery of Zimbabwe, 2019, Emerging Painting Invitational, 2020 online exhibition, Masked, National Gallery of Zimbabwe, 2021.
Ink this to the street lamp.
An uproar rages inside my skeleton.
It’s like wiggling these chains,
Only to realize they can suffocate you.
Aggression is the gift of the road
As we enter this arena.
Disoriented and overrun.
Where to draw the line.
No wolf howling
It is, after all, a concrete jungle.
Only dogs that rape and kill.
I’m not sure it’s for a meal,
Or now it’s just the thrill.
We are all daydreaming.
To expose this nightmare.
Who will show us the highway?
True visionaries are rare ..
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