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{"id":3424,"date":"2024-12-11T18:30:31","date_gmt":"2024-12-11T18:30:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/?p=3424"},"modified":"2024-12-11T18:47:28","modified_gmt":"2024-12-11T18:47:28","slug":"lone-star-literary-critique-autobiomythography","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/?p=3424&lang=ar","title":{"rendered":"Lone Star Literary Critique: AUTOBIOMYTHOGRAPHY OF"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Literary critique by Chris Manno<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><meta charset=\"UTF-8\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">This poetry collection is as ambitious as it is rewarding for the reader. Ayokunle Falomo weaves a narrative tapestry of mythos and remembrance, interiority and external reflection, self and other, colonial and native, in a dialectical fabric of poetic inquiry with a compelling reach for clarity. Falomo\u2019s plangent hall of mirrors refracts perception and reality for both the reader and the poet, shaping meanings to be examined in the binary of otherness. The beauty is, you\u2019re never done with this collection: questions asked, re-examined, then reconsidered is an accretive, learning experience, poem by poem; page by page.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">Falomo\u2019s poesy evokes the brilliance of Nobel Laureate Derek Walcott\u2019s <em>Omeros<\/em>, an epic re-mythologizing of Homer as a smooth, polished vehicle to travel an introspective odyssey that inscribes Caribbean identity and history. The composite effect mirrors Robert Johnson\u2019s clever <em>Middle Passage<\/em>: myth blends with history and discovery. Falomo lures the reader in, then challenges you to find your way out, navigating paired oppositions.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">There are forty-five compositions of varying voice and format. Some are poetry in prose, some verse, others iconic narrative formulations that create an overall context for composite imagery sketched over a hundred pages. They interlock, but each can also stand alone. Either way, the poetry is lush, complex, and challenging.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">The term \u201cautobiomythography\u201d is Falomo\u2019s first clue to the secret decoder ring: literary theorist Kenneth Burke proposes that mythos\u2014and by extension, Falomo\u2019s clever \u201cautobiomythos\u201d\u2014provides the tracings from which a new and perfect history can be drawn. The \u201cbio\u201d aspect of Falomo\u2019s mythos points to a reimagined self as well as a historical dynamic by which that self must be judged. It\u2019s mythopoeia with a message.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">Start on page seventy-four, an intimate self-portrait of the poet (\u201cIf Found\u201d), then rewind to page seventy-two to for a sense of how this voice came into being and exists from an \u00e9migr\u00e9\u2019s perspective: it\u2019s autobiographical (sound familiar?) and spoken in disparate tongues (colonial English literally over native Nigerian), also a familiar thematic pattern: are they the same? Equal? Lost? Surpassed? Restored? You decide.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">Such disparate poetic voices speak forcefully but consistently smoothly, engendering a gospel choir call-and-response, with various speakers peering into the reflecting pool and offering clashing juxtapositions for the reader to weigh and sort. But Falomo doesn\u2019t just hand over the meaning. In fact, there\u2019s a whiff of Loki-like mischief in the poetic stream. For example, from \u201cFarther:\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">In the legend, (the one I dreamed\u2014or<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">Did I make it up\u2026?) a fatherless boy sleeps<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">On the bank of a shallow stream with a rock as his pillow. When he wakes up, he walks&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">Down an endless street, begging for water.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">That is preceded by a clever epistolary series from father to unborn child, at once embracing and excoriating the world into which a life is brought into existence. An intertwined boldness and timidity, anticipation and reluctance, plays out over seven, fourteen, and twenty-eight weeks of an unborn parenthood, struggling into a hectic, seemingly indifferent \u201cstovetop world.\u201d And that paternal piety ricochets off \u201cNigeria Speaks,\u201d the scolding voice of a fatherland abandoned:&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">\u2026 what right do you have to tell anyone about my wrongs? \u2026 [do] you have any space left in your heart for shame, or guilt, for leaving me? Do you even remember how to get to your father\u2019s house, eyes closed, without a map?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span style=\"font-family:Georgia,serif;\">Diaspora embraced; diaspora scorned; birth and rebirth. Falomo\u2019s is what the maverick Pre-Raphaelite poets would have labeled \u201cpowerful song.\u201d <em>Autobiomythography Of<\/em> is a rich and rewarding journey, one to be savored and not to be missed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Literary critique by Chris Manno<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1626,1625,813,830,1627],"class_list":["post-3424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-chrismanno","tag-literarycritique","tag-lone-star-literary-life","tag-lonestarliterarycom","tag-texaauthor"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3424","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3424"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3424\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}