October 30, 2006

Sha is on fieldtrip to the New Orleans-Mississippi Gulf area, which means that I have too much time to myself. Have practiced the toy accordion for the last hour and butchered Satie on both pianos in the joint. It also means that pulling out Okot p'Bitek's Song of Lawino & Song of Ocol is in order: long poems in the Ugandan oral song tradition put on the page. I will have more relevant things to say later after I've read it, but the hyper-awareness of colonialism (as expressed in & by the English language) is apparent from the opening handful of pages.