A terrible beauty is born in Eze’s ‘Dispossessed’

Title: Dispossessed Author: James Eze Publisher: Daraja Press Pages: 121 Reviewer: Uzor Maxim Uzoatu Ever since I got a signed copy of James Eze’s debut collection of poetry, ‘Dispossessed,’ I’ve been possessed! Poetry can be overwhelming at the best of times such that it becomes a benumbing challenge getting the aesthetic distance to engage in […]

Title: Dispossessed

Author: James Eze

Publisher: Daraja Press

Pages: 121

Reviewer: Uzor Maxim Uzoatu

Ever since I got a signed copy of James Eze’s debut collection of poetry, ‘Dispossessed,’ I’ve been possessed! Poetry can be overwhelming at the best of times such that it becomes a benumbing challenge getting the aesthetic distance to engage in a proper intercourse with the text, as per a review.

Among the cognoscenti, James Eze had already won pips of high recognition within the comity of poets even without having a title in bound covers to his name. Eze is cast in the mode of the deposition of W. B. Yeats that the best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

In appreciating Eze’s poetry, I will hold to Yeats’ depiction of the Irish revolutionaries of Easter 1916: “A terrible beauty is born.”

‘Dispossessed’ bears the subtitle ‘poetry of innocence, transgression and atonement,’ and incidentally, the entire collection is divided into three parts, namely, ‘innocence’ (21 poems), ‘transgression’ (31 poems) and ‘atonement’ (24 poems). The poet’s delineation of the three stages, not unlike Sigmund Freud’s Id, Ego and Super-Ego, runs thus: “In innocence, we encounter the poet in the early stages of his artistic development… transgression presents the poet at a very delicate stage in his emotional and creative development… In atonement, we meet the poet at the end of his journey … a frantic attempt to engage the world, not on anyone’s terms but his own.”

Eze sums up his odyssey this way: “Dispossessed is therefore a journey that begins with laughter and blissful innocence but ends with heartache and a blinking back of tears.”

For me, there is a seamless blend of the three sections because the poet at no time encounters the atrophy of vision that undermines the work of stereotypical poets. The passionate flow of Eze’s métier seeps into the pores ceaselessly without any break whatsoever.

Like the great American avant-garde poet ee cummings, James Eze renders his poetry in lower case. The only other Nigerian poet of my knowledge who has this style is amu nnadi.

It’s remarkable that on the cover of ‘Dispossessed’ the author’s name is given just as James Eze while inside the book we are given the larger bona-fide of James Ngwu Eze. The poet does the formal introduction of himself in the second poem in the collection “I am”:

I am ngwu

nwa nkpozi eze

striving for self-definition

The poet’s forte in defining himself actually manifested earlier in the very first poem of the collection “petals & buds”:

for I am the missing lobe of poetry’s kolanut

the fearless chest that absorbs the anger of 

razor blades

I surrender my anvil at the crossroads

and unscrew the cork of my silence

Eze then situates himself as somewhat appearing late within the ambit of world poetry, but the company he keeps is quite intimidating as can be seen from the poem “here i come”:

here I come

to the great feast of words

the late bloomer;

I come when the table is set 

dinner is redolent with

the fragrance of great chefs:

okigbo, neruda, eliot, pound, yeats…

A poet bearing the bounties of Christopher Okigbo, Pablo Neruda, TS Eliot, Ezra Pound and W.B. Yeats perforce demands uncommon attention from the very beginning. Eze is in no doubts whatsoever as per the demands of his poetic calling espoused in “here i am”:

here I am

prophet, priest and pilgrim

Amid his plough of the dead poets’ society, Eze is very unafraid to challenge the masters, for instance, frontally disagreeing in his poem “april” with Eliot:

april is not ‘the cruelest month’

I beg to differ, sir

Eliot had depicted April as “the cruelest month” in his masterpiece The Waste Land. April ought to stand out as the beginning of summer and therefore a month of joy but for the “wastelanders” of Eliot’s iconic poem that eternally wallow in torpor the appearance of light only means the cruelty of work.

Eze is different, stressing that “I bless God that I am a child of april”, and concludes floridly thus:

I came, swaddled in april haze

I’m the reason why the sun kissed the rain

under the mistletoe

the silent flame under the bushel

waiting for a gust of wind to blaze

A major influence that Eze is beholden to is of course Okigbo, like many other modern-day Nigerian poets. Little wonder there is the poem entitled ‘idoto’ in the collection while poems such as ‘a fistful of kolanuts’ and ‘elegy of the weaverbird’ are dedicated to the Ojoto-born poet killed in the Biafra war.

In the same manner that I see Bob Marley at equal range as a political singer and a belter of soulful love songs, I cannot see any separation whatsoever from Eze the love poet and Eze the poet of politics.

Eze is proud of his Igbo heritage, and the Biafra war is a subject very dear to his heart. He would not bend the knee to the modern scheme of, for instance, seeing the late Ogoni activist Ken Saro-Wiwa as a saint, for he writes in “re: epitaph for Biafra”:

you let the plume of smoke dull your sense

of justice

you shut the door on right and chose wrong

and that is why you are not my hero

True heroism for Eze can be found in the courageous 1803 revolt by 75 Igbo slaves in Dunbar Creek, Georgia which he celebrates in “the Igbo landing”:

In what moulds were you forged, brave

ancestors

You who threw a finger in the eye of

cruelty

And spat in the face of slavery?

The title poem ‘Dispossessed’ is crucially the longest in the collection and somehow encapsulates the poet’s love-hate relationship with the existing order:

when injustice is buried in a shallow

grave

we await the resurrection of dry bones

 

The headstrong critic in me, however, queries why in his “introduction” to dispossessed the poet writes that the third section, ‘atonement,’ has as its “opening poem, ‘the poets’ republic’” only for the poem to somehow appear as the second poem in the section, after ‘a fistful of kolanuts’ dedicated to Christopher Okigbo! And why does one poem in the collection, ‘I ask of You’ (pg52), have a capital ‘Y’?

Well, as I wrote from the very beginning, James Eze’s ‘Dispossessed’ left me possessed, that is, it dispossessed my faculties. Eze’s collection had an unhinging effect on me in very profound ways, thus rendering me quite possessed by a benevolent spirit that I initially thought was an evil one! I was mad with poetical-mental beneficence forged on the anvil of his word-smithy.

This book ranks amongst the best collections of poetry anywhere across the globe.

 

Uzoatu is a writer and poet