FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN : NEWS

09/03/2026

“Mast of love, half animal, half-human (saddle
of earth, car of sky)…compass of origins – flesh
– Thing.”
* Wilson Harris, The Waiting Room (1967)

Foreign ladders staying by us dangle rung
‘n’ reason to extract ~ cold stone like good
bacteria burn to earn | ground up our Empire^
humbled servers stare as climbers reach belief.

Custom raw numbers rinse shine . fine so off^
shore watching hosts Glad we can still count
on you know our grits of teeth would not bare
snap; gold past retrievers.

On cane rice field stage experts practice
how to dress up the salad bowl for nation
show; + breaks hydrating entrail need for quality
assurance; crab pro quo stuff.
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Looking to horn? tek warning shot cross yuh
smooth side | our island now The Hub for bottom
line drill fly. Sirs, after the metal harvest
finish, could leff-leff lives be sieved?

Body swell tomato^like near bursting Priyana
feels there’s more to life than turtle sex
in the sea ! beach^tested she sticks to the plan –
for under belly eels, disposable blades.

Years fast in glass window holding ! then over^
night hear some hiker’s heart explode I’ve been
searching all my life flat bread solitude to plait
good gracious! there she is | oven off.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (7.7)

That doesn’t mean a pigeon can’t irritate
with its murmurs as much as an ass with his
tuneless complaints in his tethered standing sleep
but when it comes to syncopation – nothing
compares to the counterpoint of bird feathers
whisking and whispering their hints – not even
the fine brushwork for Águas de Março –
Jobim’s encyclopaedic memorial
of sheer presence in a Pessoan dreamworld

(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

08/22/2026

He wanted space and freedom to use his own hands in order
to make his own primitive home and kingdom on earth, hands
that would rule everything, magical hands dispensing life
and death to their subjects as a witch doctor would or a tribal
god and judge.

“Is the way I make me living.” He scowled and looked at
the world for approval, like a man who conceals his dread
of his mistress turning into his witch and his widow.

He never wanted to conceal diamonds in his mouth and lodge
them between the toes of his feet after a day’s work in the pits.
Yet since everyone did it he accepted the principle and the practice.
At that moment he started hating the phantom that was himself.

Words came to him with great difficulty. He had schooled
himself into a condition of silent stoical fear that passed
for rare courage. He had schooled himself to keep his own
counsel, to fish in in difficult waters, to bow or steer his
vessel under the blinding sun and the cunning stars.

“After all I’ve earned a right here as well. I’m as native as
they, ain’t I? A little better educated maybe whatever in
hell that means. They call me sir and curse me when
I’m not looking.”

Jennings remained powerful, thrusting, the air of a primitive
republican boxer upon him, and Cameron stood, heavy and
bundled like rock, animal-wise, conscious of a rootless
superstition and shifting mastery he had once worshipped
in himself.

He smiled and his face wrinkled a little: a timeless, long-
suffering wrinkle of humour and scepticism and native
poetry that knew the guts of the world

* Extracts from Palace of The Peacock, Wilson Harris (1960)

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08/12/2026

There be no one and nothing from worm to stone
that can stop itself from lifting to Heaven
i say this not because my mother teach me
but because i know it in my … soul? before
she tell me in words i recognise at once
and hold still in my heart as my gift from God
that grace? – which He grant through my goodest mother
who speak not many words – is sign of it Source
and no senhor – i be not superstitious
but just pessoa who still know how to know
without to need no certificate of proof
from Science or blessing-words from O Papa

(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

08/02/2026

“I low down my TV and I only hearing bawling bawling…
when I look through my window I see a woman running
down the steps clutching her stomach and bleeding.”
– Guardian T & T . 06/27/2026

It took us three hours to cross Azadi Square, where
Ayatollah Ali Khamenei’s coffin was paraded on a
mobile stage truck. Mourners threw pieces of cloth
onto the truck to be blessed, in the hope that people
ridingon it would toss them back.
– Times NY . 07/06/2026.

Sergeant Rampersad was born in Trinidad and moved
to New York when she was about 5 with her mother
and an older sister, Mr. Garcia said. She taught herself
to play drums as a child and played them enthusiastically
as she became more proficient. She also sang in a church
choir, ran track and played softball at Forest Hills High
School.
– Times NY . 07/22/2026


A three-year-old boy who was allegedly thrown into a
crocodile pit has had seven operations, his family has said.
A 30-year-old man was arrested on suspicion of attempted
murder and released on police bail after being assessed
as unfit for interview.
– Telegraph UK . 07/17/2026

Walk the remote south Trinidad coastline towards Icacos
Point, and you will find things brought to its shore by man
and by nature. Just west of Galfa Point is the debris of the
boosters jettisoned from the rockets launched from the space
centre in French Guiana on the continent within sight.
– Guardian T&T . 07/06/2026

“I am deeply distressed by the capsizing of the MV Barima.
I am presently out of the jurisdiction but am in touch
with the Prime Minister. Our thoughts and prayers are
with the passengers and crew and their families at this time.”
– Kiskadee Watch Guyana . 07/19/2026

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07/23/2026

“…the enormous tragedy of a premature ripeness
that we find everywhere, a premature nakedness
that sells itself everywhere.”
– Wilson Harris, Companions of the Day
and Night (1975)

Inside her village drawer folders of tidiness
wait purpose . merchant fingers keen
to count the stash in her vivarium; midlife
lizard running down her leg fast.

Over there they toss things out of fashion,
not helpful things; cold cranks of desire out!
Tourist here cyan decide . what price sun
tan. Yuh want ? or yuh don’t want it, lady.
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Biptie’s account . story of escape through
bite lip sighs . Now we can rewire indentures,
the suicide net | + kokers for time past No,
no Ol Hague styling sluice . gap tooth country.

About us what incomers like? roadside
sand pile, from cow to castle raising; snake
head wine set @Flute | even J. Crow pre-
paid might grunt ‘n’ look the other way.
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Archive this . Maroon band on a bus
to Kingston; heard the Govt building one
Bomba Ras root router | and? its director^
ship needs you.

Caller unknown ? who could resist new
world devices Gwan! back wood ‘n’ water
side . still fucking with our night to day
break dream . iBone 24/7 charging.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (7.6)

You see how eager clichés are to stagger
our every effort to enter the centre
of every desperately innocent need
to tell a truth that’s hurting – to start to mean
when you live in a dinosaur-flatfooted
zone of existence where meaning is the last
footprint anyone has the least interest in –
a shrug becomes part of every need to mean

(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

07/13/2026

Thank you but you do not must speak foreign words
because as you see i be singer at night –
the hotel give me the breakfast and lunch…shifts!
sim – supervisors mostly simpáticos
but also Fado be good for hotel no?
como explicar? mas o senhor entende –
you get my drift as you americans say?
ah not america? canadá of course
very beautiful country – big – big of course!
i have one cousin and aunt em Montreal
me? i be born in Moçambique – you know it?
but i die here – here be where i go to rest –
to rest my head at last as englishmans say
i am now fadista – what more be to tell?

(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

07/03/2026

Dorado schemes get tangled on our mangrove shores;
for myths known only to flat bottoms in canoe
Yang Yin dragons fire up divining hooks, destiny
rare stones extracting.

With spinners who oil our timing wheels
you could place a bet < We reach! before
or after first space aliens land ‘n’ wave
Yuh good?
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As owner vendor server wet rub palms
fortunes simmer | their currency heat holding;
our breadfruit drops worth squish. Night
cleaner? shifts not found paid.

Under orange tarps we could induce labour
at good plantation levels . contracts pushing
out Great! house bald heads | only
sans verandah chair breeze whipping.
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Inside the Hoatzin chest desires fret ! one
lap wing loose, pain trills so | gynecologists
think they know everything ! womb tide drain^
pipe . fits that flare, flutter wherever.

Radio songs like watering cans, our pausa
de contemplación ~ millennium yards
away from mulch once used on Estate home
garden ~ trapped native hearts.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (7.5)

In its assumption that travelers are stars
of one kind or another – meteoric
and burning out or radiantly centred
in a suicidal shedding of their fate
or in still open sharing of their stray rays
now we take this strangeness as normal – the same
way we used to need but not heed oracles
this suggests gods are inevitable – more
so than our more conscious labelling towards
empowering our vain manipulations

(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

06/23/2026

“Contagious roles of man, contagious family of ghosts.
Contagious theatre of absences and presences.”
– Wilson Harris, Companions of the Day
and Night (1975)

Should you start dyeing your grey hair
clears the airs of implanters | how long ‘til power
lines snap under corbeau grip watch – follicle
tips confirming.

Why in the name of progress would anyone
pierce the nipple ? or restart One Chop
clean ‘n’ done beheading | plastic hard^
card safe, Savi ! no mix^match worries.
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Heat strokes . so lobster^like first mate
boil done? pot luck another / he girlfriend
children father stab he | stray? one out^
house per couple. O, so something wrong
with me?

Dress petals slip . rose tumble down hill
side > calyp handles snag the slide | kidnap^
ransom plot nobody hatched ~ was only^
human eggs bubbling in oil pan.
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Herd rib bars near strain < our framers
down load body copy | fly past birds
humming EMF^like flavours curry the air!
might get fired at some point.

Come away from the window . is only
doctors making rectal stops > jook hamper
slings that help you move one side; place
wanting home.

• W.W.
  
  

YUH RAP SO (7.4)

He’s right as far as his tribe-stained ego goes –
as far as all our egos go and must go
but i could tell the old boy he has a shock
coming if he thinks his last breath is his last
arc of awareness – if he thinks that nada
is possible – if he thinks that he wont feel
hunger or anger or sheer irritation
in the face of this or that temptation or
injustice or mosquito remembered or
still stinging the skin of the ghost of his flesh

(from Limboa, a sentimental album
by Brian Chan, 2023)

06/13/2026

But instead how well behaved i was with her –
respecting her grace though loving her madly
telling lies – to this old man – of her young men –
all the boys who had knelt before her only
to receive – instead of a kiss – a nice kick
those stories she told matteroffactly yet –
i must admit – with a certain cruelty –
cruelty careless with its power over
that me – estrangeiro soon to disappear
to go lost – as she would finally command –
and – as she could not imagine – become more
lost than he and i had ever felt before –
he and i two different old boys in one me
and there you have the madly to my loving
at first sight – or maybe i mean sight unseen

(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)

06/03/2026

“This wrinkle,” the Idiot said as if he addressed
both sun and surf, “why this? Why a wrinkle?
Christ had no wrinkles.”
– Wilson Harris, Companions of the Day
And Night (1975)

Pillow napping between Oportunita’s legs
like the prow of an old Viking ship waiting
strait clearance | What is that noise? space
travellers hover^ask ~ that bum bum didi
bidi ~ what kiskadee?

Body parts unbuttoned . poked . betrayed
find comfort in lottery numbers | sigh
as players check their shuttle ticket > up
back among embers of wonder in millions
random.
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Faith rolling blind? made to home stay^
build on top quick sand | confession
won’t help good^bad microbe change in gut
lining.

Shaman at work? @pens that signal virtue
sheep lump ‘n’ hump / performers can^
soup like wet nurse earn / Admin whip^
love marks? well at least yuh not bleeding.
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So little sea change since flags of choice
poled on our island < chest swells for climb ‘n’
falls . head bobbing up keep hard so.

Still no beach curve to stroll on ~ lose
river vows ~ with mermaid navel
thief a wine.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (7.3)

But nicks aside – the people-world’s nameless noise
bothers the hell out of – into – me – the hell
we’re still all in – dead/alive like it or not
and other either/ors that fool us we have
some choice in the matter – and of course we do
but of course we don’t – for hell is for humans
as any pigeon would stool us if he could
only get us to stop listening only
to words overruling his troubling wisdoms
arising out of the juttings of his neck
for balance and braking of his claw-struttings

(from Limboa, a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan . 2023)