PAINTED VOICES:a collage of art and poetry

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A word from the publishers

This collection of poems was put together with the intention that readers enjoy it immensely. The blend of poetry with art gives it a unique quality that will guide the readers' imagination into the everyday life of love, motherhood, relationships, politics, war, hope, religion and even death that each poem explores. This collection has assembled works of both established writes like OKOT P'BITEK, TIMOTHY WANGUSA and HENRY BARLOW and new interesting voices that will certainly inspire the readers. The artists who have worked on the poems have encased immense talent in the poems. Hurray to them! The combination of poetry and painting is aimed at promoting the unity of the arts and it should inspire a new trend of cooperation.

This project is an infant of the FEMRITE Readers Writers Club, a discussion group that meets at FEMRITE every Monday evening. In our call for poems, to be published in this unique anthology, emphasis was put on originality, clarity, creativity and specified length.About 40 poems were received from which 20 were finally selected. Hopefully this is the first of the many coming poetry anthologies of this unique nature.

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Unknown said…
my best poems are Going Home by Charles Byaruhanga, several poems by Susan Kiguli, Hilda Twongeirwe, Henry Barlow among others... the painted Voices editions of FEMRITE rock!

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March 13, 2013 at 11:34 PM
Unknown said…
my best poems are Going Home by Charles Byaruhanga, several poems by Susan Kiguli, Hilda Twongeirwe, Henry Barlow and then the short stories of Mary Karoro among others... the painted Voices editions of FEMRITE rock!

http://joantegyereize.wordpress.com
March 13, 2013 at 11:42 PM
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