Nick Makoha

A dizzying experience... like Dante entering hell through a rip in the universe, Makoha enters history, accompanied not by Virgil but by a Black Icarus with a microchip for a mouth, and the shade of the artist Jean-Michel Basquiat

It's easy to focus on Makoha's formal ingenuity... far harder to map the astonishing horizons these tools enable... The book's preoccupaitons with flight, Icarus, and stargazing are only the surface artefacts of a visceral, unrelenting, internal odyssey

I found a wealth of history, culture, thinking and art in this book... there is humour and sensuality in these poems too, as well as romance, real or sometimes imaginary.. Makoha switches with ease between the lyrical, factual and conversational; his language is absolutely stunning... I am grateful to a poet with such range and ambition, who refuses to settle for anything less than a whole, interrelated picture

Makoha conveys a different way of seeing and experiencing, part collision course, part fever dream, often removing the parameters of a conventional narrative or field of study, so that academic registers, mathematical concepts, musical notation, and the speaker’s tangential thoughts and metaphors rush into the field of the poem, hijacking the reader’s continuous experience of the text… Makoha’s experiments with form and his use of interruption and redirection challenge the borders of the poem, and at its best provide the blueprint for a burgeoning disruptive aesthetic that at times recklessly – and thrillingly – flies too close to the sun

Extraordinary... Makoha is a bracing, challenging, agile poet – his writing is reminiscent of Aime Cesaire, in its powerful symbolism, but touched with the surreal edge of Nathaniel Mackey, the exhilarating shooting-for-the stars invention of Will Alexander... Makoha creates space for imagination and interpretation throughout, and in doing so he opens up the possibility of the disruption of the continuity of history – for something else to be imagined into being

A moving collection of entangled histories. Makoha’s poems break, cut, scratch and sample with heightened language to remake and renew the boundaries of myth. Do not sleep on The New Carthaginians

One of our most daring and original poets, Nick Makoha has channelled the wild energies of Basquiat’s art into this essential new collection. These are poems layered with potent coordinates from African and world history, alongside the sensations of a Black Icarus in headlong flight, to create a new mythology all their own. Churning with codes, enigmas, unforgettable images, this is poetry that resonates with an emotive power that lies beyond immediate comprehension

T.S. Eliot Prize-winning poet of Loop of Jade

Just as Basquiat reinvented painting by experimenting with different methods of expression, so too does Nick Makoha. The New Carthaginians embarks on a poetic odyssey where Basquiat's art, the flight of Icarus, the echoes of Entebbe's history, and the enigmatic codex converge in a mesmerising reinvention of ekphrasis and myth making

T.S. Eliot Prize-winning author of A Portable Paradise

A work that’s ingenious and bold in its formal daring. In this book, Nick Makoha has found an otherworldly, visionary voice and diction that arrest you from the first page and never let you go. Playful and sparkling with wonder, his dizzying linguistic pyrotechnics, replete with absurdist brushstrokes, remind me of the lyricism of Sony Lab’ou Tansi: intoxicating, a world all its own in the fabric of language

TS Eliot prize-winning author of Self-Portrait as Othello

Nick Makoha's second collection invents a new kind of time. A poet always deeply engaged with the project of developing fresh terms, fresh language for hitherto unacknowledged narratives, in The New Carthaginians Makoha further realises his aims. He blends his own personal story, and the history within which that story is embedded, with others' artistic journeys—most particularly Basquiat, but we find Bruce Willis and Batman here too—to create a unique, resonant mythology

consulting editor for Harper's Bazaar and contributing writer for The New Statesman

This incredible book reinvents ekphrasis, and finds a complex, convulsing language to mirror Basquiat's visual genius. It is a radical, radiant, furious meditation on what it means to be a Black artist in flight and in fall. An actual masterpiece

A gravity defying thrill ride through time, space and language. This startling and audacious work is an odyssey, weaving through 1970s Kampala to Basquiat's 1980s New York, crafted as always with Makoha’s signature precision and sonorous humanity

T.S. Eliot-winning author of Sonnets for Albert

The New Carthaginians creates an exciting multi-layered, double ekphrastic, collage of meanings, breaking narrative order, launching fragments into each other in order to understand and interpret the relationship of events. The images are vivid, the juxtapositions startling, the language direct and urgent. The book places us at the edge of a world looking over the abyss that constitutes it

In The New Carthaginians, time – and with it the world – is out of joint. A hijacked plane lands at Entebbe International Airport in 1976, triggering the crisis that leads to Uganda becoming a pariah state and later to the young Makoha’s escape from the country. 
 
Concerned throughout with flight and falling, the sample and the loop, The New Carthaginians is a poetry collection of staggering originality: a work by an author at the height of his powers, in which the familiar Western canons of art, history and philosophy are prised apart and reassembled in a new configuration. Drawing on Basquiat’s technique of the ‘exploded’ collage, Makoha’s triumvirate of characters – the Poet, a Black Icarus and a resurrected Jean-Michel Basquiat – embark on a heroes’ odyssey, gathering the symbols of a new mythos, through which the othering of Black life might be undone and the stage set for some fresh emergence, some transfigured understanding of myth and life. ‘Hold that note,’ writes the poet. ‘In this place you are no longer the chorus . . . In any future, remember you are a New Carthaginian.’

Nick Makoha

Praise for The New Carthaginians

A dizzying experience... like Dante entering hell through a rip in the universe, Makoha enters history, accompanied not by Virgil but by a Black Icarus with a microchip for a mouth, and the shade of th ...

It's easy to focus on Makoha's formal ingenuity... far harder to map the astonishing horizons these tools enable... The book's preoccupaitons with flight, Icarus, and stargazing are only the surface ar ...

I found a wealth of history, culture, thinking and art in this book... there is humour and sensuality in these poems too, as well as romance, real or sometimes imaginary.. Makoha switches ...

A dizzying experience... like Dante entering hell through a rip in the universe, Makoha enters history, accompanied not by Virgil but by a Black Icarus with a microchip for a mouth, and the shade of th ...

It's easy to focus on Makoha's formal ingenuity... far harder to map the astonishing horizons these tools enable... The book's preoccupaitons with flight, Icarus, and stargazing are only the surface ar ...

I found a wealth of history, culture, thinking and art in this book... there is humour and sensuality in these poems too, as well as romance, real or sometimes imaginary.. Makoha switches ...

A dizzying experience... like Dante entering hell through a rip in the universe, Makoha enters history, accompanied not by Virgil but by a Black Icarus with a microchip for a mouth, and the shade of th ...

It's easy to focus on Makoha's formal ingenuity... far harder to map the astonishing horizons these tools enable... The book's preoccupaitons with flight, Icarus, and stargazing are only the surface ar ...

I found a wealth of history, culture, thinking and art in this book... there is humour and sensuality in these poems too, as well as romance, real or sometimes imaginary.. Makoha switches ...

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