UCHE OGBUJI. Associate poetry editor, barefoot runner, resident genius. Luthor-esque in his understanding of things like poetry in dead languages, metaphysics, and the trade-off between loss of control and extention of platform.
In his debut at TNB, BEFORE us naked he stood, the taste of his native tongue is puree of starched colonial education, wacky wanderings through America, Europe and Nigeria, and a heavy dose of hip hop sensibility. Later he shared his misfit story in verse.
Pound for pound, he enjoys contemplating poems about economics and the death of Sylvia Plath — although poetry sometimes makes him nervous (though not as nervous as Elizabeth Alexander must have been at the Inauguration).
He has it in for a certain furry creature in his attic.
In a past life, he was Sappho of Lesbos.