Coming from a multinational multicultural family I learnt many languages and to deal with many cultures...
This has shown me the importance of words and communication.
Words are sweet water to my lips...
For lack of a better word I'll make up my own if I have to... if it serves the purpose of my writing... words are all yet sometimes words are not enough...
From the minute I could write I wrote... on everything and anything I could find to write on... I wrote I wrote I wrote... and I haven't stopped writing yet...
My first memory of writing was at home writing my name on my little blackboard... My father came to correct it... and writing was on for me from that moment on...
There was a time poetry belonged in popular culture before it was held hostage by the elite...
In many respects and ways I have long felt I belong in those days...
People quoted and cited lines from poems as people today sing along the streets...
And words were their music...
A couple of years ago one of my students presented a piece of his work about Louise BENNETT -the first Jamaican woman poet- and he got me thinking on how I wish I could go back to the dawn of writing... to be the first person ever to write the first book in his language... the first fiction...
Or even... Bulgarian born Elias CANETTI who, from wanting so much to understand the private thoughts his parents shared in German, went on to become one of the greatest German writers of his time and beyond... because with writing comes history... and come stories... and communication...
My main interests belong in life, people and nature.
People usually don't see the surrealistic aspects of their life... when I do...
Most of my endeavours are about communication and my writings are very oral in fact... they are meant to be heard and said more than read... even if one should indeed enjoy reading them... whether books, texts, poems or songs would easily find their way to the radio or stage... and I have recorded a few that I offer for sale now...
