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Abstract
I cannot remember how old those Sundays were and if the sun had travelled already over the Observation Post in Clapham, and was running over Britton's Hill, down into the Garrison Pasture, before night caught it, to plunge for that day, into Gravesend Beach, and end the light of Sunday. I cannot remember what time it was, when I first heard, either his voice or the magnificent acquainted language of his stories, sent back to us from overseas; and I did not, like all of us, consider it strange or characteristic of our cultural status, that our words spoken amongst us, in fragments and with no force of appeal, would be golden and acceptable portraits of our lives, because they were coming to us on these Sunday nights, from overseas: on the BBC's radio programme, Caribbean Voices.
Recommended Citation
Clarke, Austin, From: A Passage Back Home (1994): A Personal Reminiscence of Samuel Selvon, Kunapipi, 17(1), 1995.
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