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Chewing Buai and Poetry in PNG

On Wednesday this week I had the honor of reading poems and talking about chewing buai, writing, poetry and performance, and about Papua New Guinea and my observation of the world. It was the best poetry night I had in many years. I thank the East West Center Wednesday Evening Seminar organisers, the graduate students of East West Center, the Center for Pacific Islands Studies, the English Department, and the Pacific Collection  Hamilton Library, University of Hawaii at Manoa. Tenkiu tru na laikim yupela nating tru.

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Good stuff, Stevie. Laikim yu na lain bilo yu lo Hawaii natin tru!
Steven Winduo said…
Thanks Russ for the Maiba of our people and time.
Muguwa said…
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Muguwa said…
Hi, Prof., you made a very outstanding presentation on that day. Everyone in the room was really intrigued and fascinated by your wonderful words about your experiences and reflection about PNG as a scholar and writer. I was happy to be one of the living Papua New Guineans who had the rare opportunity to witness you-one of the PNG home grown United States Professor-presenting to a multitude of intellects from all over the world. It was indeed something memorable.
Steven Winduo said…
Thanks, MD! Having you and Doreen Mandari there for the occassion was reassuring and special.

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