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Dis Poem

Copyright 1962 by William Carlos Williams. Used with permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without the written consent of the publisher.

Dis Poem

It may seem obvious that Mutabaruka is telling the audience that the poem shall stay with them forever. After all, previous lines say "dis poem shall survive you, me it shall linger in history/in your mind/in time forever". But Mutabaruka says that it is really his mind that he is saying 'Dis Poem' will be continued in.

"Me a write this poem and there are so much things mi want to mention," Mutabaruka said. "At the time, it was the longest poem mi write. And the more me a write, the more mi a think bout other tings. Eventually, mi say mi going to stop. Mi did want to write other t'ings, but mi nuh want to write no more.

"All me want to say in your mind already," Mutabaruka said. "The other things in my mind." And he says that: "You a try find something in the poem, but what in the poem is coming from my mind. A me mi really a write the poem for."

"Is such a weird thing call out these things. Why would a politician quote it, or someone else?" Mutabaruka asked. Chances are, also, the "men of religion" would not be enthused about the juxtaposition of holy and carnal text, as Mutabaruka writes, "dis poem was copied from the Bible your prayer book/Playboy magazine".

The Mystery Unfolds, including 'Dis Poem', was recorded at Tuff Gong on Marcus Garvey Drive, St Andrew, and is the only one of the 12 tracks to be done without music. He said, "Every time me do a album, me put poem that nuh have nuh music. I am a poet before a musician. The poet is really of the word, not the music. The music is there to complement the poem."

Vladislav Petković was born in Zablaće, a village near Čačak, in the Principality of Serbia. He made his way to Čačak, graduating from the Gymnasium and Teacher's College in 1902. He was appointed temporary teacher at Prlita, a village near the town of Zaječar. He did not like teaching, and his small output of poetry brought him little income. In 1903, he moved to Belgrade, and became prominent in the literary life there, when his poems appeared in Idila, a literary magazine.[1] Petković chose his appellation "Dis" as a repetition of the middle syllable of his first name, but also as the name of the Roman god of the underworld. He was a frequent evening visitor to the Belgrade's kafanas in Skadarlija and elsewhere where he would drink and compose new verses at the same time.

From Corfu, Petković was sent to France to recuperate and write about the entire tragedy. In 1917, on his way back, on either 16 May or 29 May (varying sources), he became a civilian war casualty after boarding an Italian ship, destined for Corfu. It was torpedoed and sunk by a German submarine in the Ionian Sea.[2] He is said to have predicted his unfortunate destiny, for one of his most famous collections of poems is called Drowned Souls, earning him the reputation of a cursed poet. He was 37 years old.[2]

His nickname Dis was derived from the three letters in the middle of his first name "Vla-DIS-lav". He introduced irrational and subconscious images into Serbian lyric poetry. Some of his most famous poems are Možda spava (She May Be Sleeping) and Spomenik (Monument).

Petković Dis was writing in 1913, just after Serbia wrested Kosovo from the Ottoman Empire and installed an obelisk on the site of the famous medieval battle when Kosovo was severed from Serbia by the Ottomans. Dis's poetry was not well received at the beginning by Jovan Skerlić, one of the most distinguished Serbian literary critics of that time, who did not care for the poems' morbid and sinister tone.[citation needed]

Shetlandic is my mother tongue and I generally write more than half my poems in it. Although I enjoy writing in English too, I find Shetlandic closer to my emotional core. It is resonant with percussive consonants and soothes with long vowels. What it lacks in abstract nouns it makes up for in onomatopoeic richness and general sound quality.

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