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to Bulgarian Society for British Studies (BSBS)
REMINDER REMINDER REMINDER
Dear BSBS members,
You are kindly invited to a Workshop on The impact of EU accession on
linguistic landscape in Bulgaria convened by the Bulgarian Society for
British Studies. The workshop will be led by Prof. Dr. Tope Omoniyi,
Professor of Sociolinguistics at Roehampton University, London but he
expects Bulgarian colleagues and graduate students to contribute too.
We intend to diversify our talk with a short session on poetry reading
as Prof. Omoniyi is also a poet. Bulgarian poets willing to read some
of their poems written in English are also invited.
The forthcoming meeting also provides an opportunity for those who
have not as yet paid their membership fee for 2008 to do so. Remember
that regular BSBS members will get a 50% discount of the participation
fee for our annual conference to be held in November.
The workshop will take place on May 16th (Friday), 4 pm, at SU Kliment
Ohridski, Central building, 5th floor, Resource Book Centre of the
Department of British and American Studies.
BSBS Executive Board
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PATH TO VERSEPHEMY
Tope Omoniyi
As a child I had a teacher
Who taught me to play wordgames
Dismember sentences and put them back again
I took an oath to be ethical and fair
As clauses came unstuck
In the rough and tumble of drafting
At the A & E I gave them the kiss of life
And they breathed again
I stitched up tears in phrases
And sewed grace into the seams
Of unruly sentences
Pain in the neck of the PE Movement
I knitted ideas from words of all shapes
And sizes, bare-boned, flat-chested ones
Obese words in abundant fat floating
Fed a range of disciplinary genes
In no time I raised
Prim and proper platforms
For paragraphs and a thesis to stand on
And glorify discourse
I look back now as a grown man
And ponder about the wordgames of my youth
Lamentations about the scourge of State
Sculpted into angry verse in First Coming
I recall my teacher midwifing the birth
of maiden words, fantasize on the management
of fame as another bill mounts the hillock
on a writer's impoverished bench
I've come quite far
along the path to versephemy
in the county of disillusionment
terribly tempted to say 'FUCK WORDS'.