The wings of the alphabet were his first exile. He is the one who says it, he is even the one who writes it. And there is all of Rodney Saint-Éloi in this sentence. Everything from the man born poo without soap, in Cavaillon in Haiti. Everything from the literate intellectual, who will have made his new land, Montreal, a laboratory for learning and thinking about the post-Floyd world.
Poet, novelist, essayist, founder of the publishing house inkwell memorylet it be said in the country, Rodney Saint Eloi Is standing. He will have crossed dictatorship, sea, human storm to be able to discuss racism with Yara El Gadban (read Racists have never seen the sea)to be able to publish the indispensable Racial Contract of the philosopher Charles Mills (who refutes the idea of the social contract). To be able to release the voice of the ancestors through the collection We won’t betray the poem. To finally be able to pay tribute to the women in his life in When it’s sad, Bertha sings
The musical choices of Rodney Saint-Eloi
Nail Cut Jij jige m byen
cantin the traveler Ti zwazo
Bob Marley Get up stand up