Quotes from Dambudzo Marechera

THE old man died beneath the wheels of the twentieth century. There was nothing left but stains, bloodstains and fragments of flesh . . . And the same thing is happening to my generation.

If you are a writer for a specific nation or a specific race, then fuck you.

When all else fails, don't take it in silence: scream like hell, scream like Jericho was tumbling down, serenaded by a brace of trombones, scream

Satiated with the great purposelessness of it, we gently belched nerve gases into the next generation

As far as expressing the creative turmoil within my head was concerned, I took to the English language as a duck takes to water. I was therefore a keen accomplice and student in my own mental colonisation.