{"id":4006,"date":"2020-06-03T11:44:56","date_gmt":"2020-06-03T11:44:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=4006"},"modified":"2020-06-03T18:27:38","modified_gmt":"2020-06-03T18:27:38","slug":"a-poetic-analysis-by-ebubechukwu-bruno-nwagbo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/a-poetic-analysis-by-ebubechukwu-bruno-nwagbo\/","title":{"rendered":"THE WORLD IS GOING TO HELL. SO WHAT! | Reading David Hoper&#8217;s &#8220;Utepils&#8221; with a Cup of Beer | A Poetic Analysis by Ebubechukwu Bruno Nwagbo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- WP QUADS Content Ad Plugin v. 1.7.8 -->\n<div class=\"quads-location quads-ad1\" id=\"quads-ad1\" style=\"float:none;margin:0px;\">\n\n <!-- WP QUADS - Quick AdSense Reloaded v.1.7.8 Content AdSense async --> \n\n<script async data-cfasync=\"false\" src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" data-cfasync=\"false\">\nvar quads_screen_width = document.body.clientWidth;\nif ( quads_screen_width >= 1140 ) {\r\n\/* desktop monitors *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}if ( quads_screen_width >= 1024  && quads_screen_width < 1140 ) {\r\n\/* tablet landscape *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}if ( quads_screen_width >= 768  && quads_screen_width < 1024 ) {\r\n\/* tablet portrait *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}if ( quads_screen_width < 768 ) {\r\n\/* phone *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}<\/script>\n\n <!-- end WP QUADS --> \n\n\n<\/div>\n<blockquote>\n<h6>&#8220;UTEPILS&#8221; |<strong> David Hoper<\/strong><\/h6>\n<figure id=\"attachment_4008\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4008\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"4008\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/a-poetic-analysis-by-ebubechukwu-bruno-nwagbo\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?fit=4932%2C4411&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"4932,4411\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?fit=300%2C268&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?fit=790%2C707&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-4008 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304-300x268.jpg?resize=300%2C268\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"268\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?resize=300%2C268&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?resize=768%2C687&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?resize=1024%2C916&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?resize=600%2C537&amp;ssl=1 600w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?w=1580&amp;ssl=1 1580w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/clear-glass-mug-filled-with-yellow-liquid-1672304.jpg?w=2370&amp;ssl=1 2370w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-4008\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Credit: Engin Akyurt (Pexels)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Yes, the world is going to hell.<br \/>\nThere are evils unthinkable<br \/>\nthat are transpiring even as you<br \/>\nsit in the sun, sipping your cold beer<br \/>\nand forgetting for a moment<br \/>\neverything except the pleasure<br \/>\nof that first wonderful swig.<br \/>\n___________<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><strong>Utepils (Norwegian, noun):<\/strong> to sit outside on a sunny day and enjoy a beer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Yes, the world is going to hell, there is racism unthinkable. There are protests despite the lockdown. Uteplis tells you to forget for a moment that, &#8220;There are evils unthinkable\/that are transpiring even as you&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I hardly go for parties. But when I do, I forget for that moment that &#8220;Jesus died for the world&#8221; and I enjoy the fun that comes with the moment. After which I come out clearer-headed on how better to save the world.<\/p>\n<p>When I am done drinking, I meet people who share the same dreams with me. I land new contracts over banters at the bar. I know beer poets and lovers can relate.<\/p>\n<p>Never undermine the power of beer. It has the power to make you forget things. To escape from the world just when you need to, in order to maintain your sanity. Little wonder men often drop by the beer parlour to take some bottles before going home.<\/p>\n<!-- WP QUADS Content Ad Plugin v. 1.7.8 -->\n<div class=\"quads-location quads-ad2\" id=\"quads-ad2\" style=\"float:none;margin:0px;\">\n<script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script>\r\n<script>\r\n  (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({\r\n    google_ad_client: \"ca-pub-5983616716487778\",\r\n    enable_page_level_ads: true\r\n  });\r\n<\/script>\n<\/div>\n\n<p>There is a lot for couples to learn at a deeper reading of Utepils.\u00a0 As well as partners in virtually all fields of endeavour. It is not for us to spill it all out here.<\/p>\n<p>You deserve &#8220;Utepils&#8221; when you win. You need it when you lose \/OOH-ta-pilz\/!<\/p>\n<p>Whatever the situation, beer bears with us.\u00a0 Maazidabeerpoet Onyemaechi Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche calls this\u00a0beertitudes after the Beatitudes in Matthew chapter five. It is this beertitudes that the David Hoper refers to when he talks about the ability to &#8220;forget everything for a moment &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It is this blessing that comes with happy hours when alcohol is sold almost for free. So much that you can buy it with little or no money.<\/p>\n<p>While asking for a spontaneous reaction to the poem, an old friend replied, Utepils shows that &#8220;even in your seeming ignorance of the swig of cold beer life still goes on and you&#8217;ll return back to reality.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Sir Eriata Oribhabor gave a good insight that ended with &#8220;you can gather a few friends and see what it feels like&#8221; in line 5.<\/p>\n<p>Among the 16 Winning Poems, Utepils is unique for the following reasons:<\/p>\n<p>*<strong>Concentration on one\u00a0subject matter<\/strong> \u2014 beer<\/p>\n<p>*<strong>One theme<\/strong> \u2014 fun and relaxation<\/p>\n<p>*<strong>Aptness<\/strong>\u2014 just seven<\/p>\n<p>It is for this uniqueness that we raise our cups of beer and cheer to David Holper wherever he may be at the moment.<\/p>\n<p>In our next collection of selected food poems Annual PIN Food Poetry Contest, we further domesticate this Norwegian culture and bring it to fit into the current realities\u00a0when most relaxation centres have been closed down as a result of the pandemic.\u00a0 For now, you may want to take a cup of beer, and reread &#8220;Utepils.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png\"><img data-attachment-id=\"3804\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/pin-food-poetry-poetic-insights-on-selected-food-poems-1\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?fit=957%2C1003&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"957,1003\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?fit=286%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?fit=790%2C828&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-3804\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o-286x300.png?resize=150%2C157\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"157\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?resize=286%2C300&amp;ssl=1 286w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?resize=768%2C805&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?resize=600%2C629&amp;ssl=1 600w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/90804400_875891479539678_305409734234603520_o.png?w=957&amp;ssl=1 957w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><strong>Ebubechukwu Bruno Nwagbo<br \/>\n<\/strong><em>Poetic Insights on Selected Food Poems\u00a0<\/em>\n<!-- WP QUADS Content Ad Plugin v. 1.7.8 -->\n<div class=\"quads-location quads-ad3\" id=\"quads-ad3\" style=\"float:none;margin:0px;\">\n<script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script>\r\n<script>\r\n  (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({\r\n    google_ad_client: \"ca-pub-5983616716487778\",\r\n    enable_page_level_ads: true\r\n  });\r\n<\/script>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;UTEPILS&#8221; | David Hoper Yes, the world is going to hell. 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