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Many critics
across the globe scoff at contemporary poetry. In an April 2, 2000
London Sunday Times review of Jonathan Bate’s The
Song of the Earth, critic Bryan Appleyard wrote:
“Nobody cares about poetry anymore. It
is marginalized, trivial, the least regarded of the arts, the
preserve of crazed dons, weedy scribblers and a few bankers who,
on a good day, can just about remember a couple of lines of Kipling’s
If.”
The eminent literary critic Joseph Epstein, in
an essay outrageously titled “Who Killed Poetry?” had
in the August 1988 edition of the American magazine Commentary
written: “Modern poetry, with the advance of modernism,
had become an art for the happy few, and the happy few are rarely
happier than when they are even fewer… Literarily, poetry
no longer seems in any way where the action is. It begins to seem,
in fact, a sideline activity – odd, strange, but with a small
cult of followers who swear by it.”
Well, poets keep doing their work no matter the dire diagnoses of
critics of the moment, and with the passage of time the poetry may
paradoxically garner canonical muster. My reading of Idzia Ahmad’s
A Shout Across the Wall back in 1988 when it was first
published and now in 2007 is an object lesson in the transformative
import of poetry. The precocious poet we fondly called Idzia died
young but his poetry is eternal, and his example serves to remind
one that Time magazine dismissed T. S. Eliot’s The
Waste Land as a hoax on publication in 1922 only to celebrate
the poem and the poet with a cover story in 1950. Critics are forever
too fond of eating their words!
To continue with the lesson of Eliot, the great
protagonist of modernist poetry wrote in his epochal essay “Tradition
and the Individual Talent”: “No poet, no artist of any
art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation
is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists.”
Idzia Ahmad in A Shout Across the Wall truly embodies
“the dead poets society.” A deep cosmopolitan poet,
his influences are indeed wide-ranging as riffs of ancient and modern
African lore, Greek mythology, the Bible, old and modern masters,
sundry contemporary poets and musicians can be gleaned from his
verses.
Born on June 22, 1960, Idzia came into prominence
in the national literary firmament in 1988 as one of the “six
Update Poets” published by the Association of Nigerian Authors
(ANA) with sponsorship from MKO Abiola’s Concord Press of
Nigeria. ANA undertook the special publication against the grim
background of lack of book publishing outlets for the younger writers,
especially the budding poets. This way, A Shout Across the
Wall by Idzia Ahmad, Stolen Moments by
Afam Akeh, Amnesty by Kemi Atanda Ilori, Cotyledons
by Esiaba Irobi, Flower Child by Uche Nduka, and
Questions for Big Brother by Emman Usman Shehu
became bound books as opposed to dog-eared manuscripts passed from
hand to hand.
Each of the six poets showed distinctive early
promise: for Idzia, it was borderless vision; for Afam, wounding
tenderness; Ilori – subliminal humanism; Esiaba – charged
lyricism; Uche Nduka – tumultuous eloquence; and Usman Shehu
– passionate enquiry. Apart from Idzia who passed on and Ilori
who apparently has abandoned poetry, the rest of the Update Poets
are still hard at work, writing poetry, and the promise of yore
is in multifarious cantos of fulfillment.
Although A Shout Across the Wall is divided into
three broad sections, namely, “Finegrain Horizons”,
“The Heel of Treachery”, and “An
Iron Voice”, there is this seamlessness in Idzia Ahmad’s
art that compels the treatment of the entire corpus as one generic
offering a la Christopher Okigbo. Sundering the poems can
only lead to an atrophy of vision.
Idzia is a poet of desire as the very first poem of the collection
“Beach” establishes:
My heart ripples, fluttering
Like a shredded flag under
The feathery delicacy of its
Caress and I sigh. Suffused
In the flooding surge of its
Amorous train I cast my anchors
Into the very depth of its soul
And the seagulls – cheerful
Spectators – crow encouragement
As with outflung arms I throw
Myself into the heaving embrace
Of the azure sea.
Wrenching love from the iron grip of pain is the
forte of Idzia and his generation of tortured poets. The poems collected
here were mainly written in 1985 and 1987, that is, at the very
epicentre of military dictatorship, whence the poem “A Mutant
Generation” which wills a world in transition. A major victim
of the era, the journalist Dele Giwa who was letter-bombed to death,
earns the poem “For Dele”:
And ours is the grief
But theirs the gnawing fear
Of its bare-faced ferocity.
Between grief and fear, the poet does not give
in to silence for his voice carries in “I am the Bird
Perched”:
I am the bird perched
On the dead root of your tongue
Chirping nectar’d songs and
Wrapping your rotten gums in fragrant tunes.
Poets die young, they say, and each poet writes
his own obituary everyday of his lived life with each word drawn
from the ink of his own blood. Idzia addresses “Death”
thus:
I see your gaunt shadow on every wall
And hear your heavy footfalls
In every home and hall.
Harbingers of death abound, not the least of which
is the “IMF” which the poet likens to hemlock.
In “The Chimera”, a nine-line poem about SFEM/SAP,
words such as “goblin” and “diabolic” are
juxtaposed with “essence” and “quintessence”.
Biblical presences like Ichabod, Nazerenes and Ahithophelian oracles
dot the lines, balancing the delicate duality of divinity and profanity.
In all, A Shout Across the Wall contains
72 poems of uncommon elegance. Idzia Ahmad obviously came before
his time, but he made sure of leaving something solid behind for
the world to catch up with. Few poets define any given generation.
From the early nationalist verses of Dr Nnamdi Azikiwe and Dennis
Osadebay to the advent of iconic literary poetry by Gabriel Okara,
Christopher Okigbo, J. P. Clark and Wole Soyinka, Nigerian poetry
has been poised on a canon-bursting charge. The succeeding generation
of poets, notably Odia Ofeimun and Niyi Osundare now share anthology
space with the old masters. A reissue of A Shout Across
the Wall will go a long way in earning for Idzia Ahmad
a deserving reputation as a pathfinder of the new generation of
poets to further extend the canon. |
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