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Showing posts with label African American poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Langston Hughes' 1935 Poem "Let America Be America Again" (information, words, & sound file)

Edited by Azizi Powell

This pancocojams post showcases Langston Hughes' 1935 poem "Let America Be America Again".

The Addendum to this post presents a brief excerpt from an online article about the word "Negro" as a referent for African Americans.

The content of this post is presented for cultural, inspirational, and political purposes.

All copyrights remain with their owners.

Thanks to Langston Hughes for his cultural legacy. Thanks to all those who are quoted in this post.

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INFORMATION ABOUT LANGSTON HUGHES' POEM "LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN"
From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let_America_be_America_Again
" "Let America Be America Again" is a poem written in 1935 by American poet Langston Hughes. It was originally published in the July 1936 issue of Esquire Magazine. It was later republished in the 1937 issue of Kansas Magazine and was revised and included in a small collection of Langston Hughes poems entitled A New Song, published by the International Workers Order in 1938.[1][2]

The poem speaks of the American dream that never existed for the lower-class American and the freedom and equality that every immigrant hoped for but never achieved. In his poem, Hughes represents not only African Americans, but other economically disadvantaged and minority groups as well. Besides criticizing the unfair life in America, the poem conveys a sense of hope that the American Dream is soon to come.[citation needed]

Hughes wrote the poem while riding a train from New York to his mother’s home in Ohio. He was in despair over recent reviews of his first Broadway play and his mother’s diagnosis of breast cancer. Despite being a pillar of the Harlem Renaissance in the 1920s, he was still struggling for acceptance as a poet, battling persistent racism, and just eking out a living. Selling a poem or a story every few months, he called himself a "literary sharecropper." Fate, he said, "never intended for me to have a full pocket of anything but manuscripts."[3]

Hughes finished the poem in a night but did not regard it as one of his best. It did not appear in his early anthologies and was only revived in the 1990s, first in a public reading by Supreme Court justice Thurgood Marshall, later as a title for museum shows."...

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SHOWCASE SOUND FILE - James Earl Jones reciting "Let America Be America Again"



Rusty Brewer, Published on Jul 4, 2018

Poem by Langston Hughes (1935)

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WORDS TO "LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN"
(Langston Hughes - 1902-1967)

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?


I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine—the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!


From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1994 the Estate of Langston Hughes. Used with permission.

Online Source - https://poets.org/poem/let-america-be-america-again

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ADDENDUM
From https://www.npr.org/2017/12/13/568317026/negro-not-allowed-on-federal-forms-white-house-to-decide
'Negro' Not Allowed On Federal Forms? White House To Decide
December 13, 20173:01 PM ET
t has been called antiquated and even insulting.

But back in 1900, "Negro" was considered modern — a term that could replace a flawed set of categories used to classify people of African descent for the U.S. census.

This was a period when a person's race was determined by a census taker, who reported the information back to the federal government based on observations. "Be particularly careful to distinguish between blacks, mulattoes, quadroons, and octoroons," census takers were instructed for the 1890 census.

"The word 'black' should be used to describe those persons who have three-fourths or more black blood; 'mulatto,' those persons who have from three-eighths to five-eighths black blood; 'quadroon,' those persons who have one-fourth black blood; and 'octoroon,' those persons who have one-eighth or any trace of black blood."

But later in a report on the 1890 census results, the government concluded: "These figures are of little value." "Quadroon" and "octoroon" have never been used again for the census. ("Mulatto," first used in 1850, made return appearances in 1910 and 1920.)

The 1900 census took a different approach to counting people of African descent. For the first time, "Negro" was added to the instructions, and census takers were trained to write "B" on their worksheets to report a person as "black (Negro or of Negro descent)." Who fit that definition was up for the census taker's interpretation.

[...]

The Census Bureau said using "Negro" for the 1900 census was "justified" by what it saw as growing acceptance for the term, as it explained in a 1904 report called "Negroes in the United States":

[...]

After decades of an ongoing debate about labels, the term "Negro" — once commonly used by Martin Luther King Jr. and other early civil rights era leaders — gave way to the rise of "black" beginning in the mid-1960s and later "African-American" in the late 1980s."...

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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Video Of & Lyrics For The Song "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate" & Thoughts About What "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate" Means

Edited by Azizi Powell

This is Part III of a three part pancocojams series on the 1979 award winning theater production "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate".

Part III showcases the song "When Hell Freezes over I'll Skate" from the play with that name. The lyrics for that song are included in this post along with my thoughts about what that title/idiom means.

Click https://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2019/03/information-about-youtube-video-of-1979.html for Part I of this pancocojams series. Part I presents information about this theater production and includes the full YouTube video of this play.

Click https://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2019/03/showcasing-three-love-poems-love-song.html for Part II of this series. Part II showcases three love poems from "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate"; "Benign Neglect", "I Thought You knew", and "It's time". Part II also showcases the song "You Get Into Me With Your Touch" which is performed immediately after that third poem.

Thanks to Vinnette Carroll, who conceived and directed "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate" and thanks to all those who starred in that production or were associated with that production. Thanks also to all those who are quoted in this post and thanks to the publisher of this video on YouTube.

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SHOWCASE VIDEO: When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate (1979 Stage Play Drama)



TheeSymphony85'AliveAgain Channel, Published on May 17, 2018

This lively, spirit-lifting musical celebrates the sheer-joy----and----survival---of black music, song and poetry since the days of America's Civil War. With utter grace and ease, the gifted eight-member singing ensemble glides from gospel to disco and from slave quarter sermons to contemporary black poetry. Stars Tony winners Cleavant Derricks and Lynne Thigpen.

Starring: Cleavant Derricks, Lynne Thigpen, Clinton Derricks-Carroll,, Jeffrey Anderson-Gunter, Marilyn Winbush, Brenda Braxton, Lynne Clifton-Allen, Reginald VelJohnson. Directed by Vinnette Carrol & Emile Ardolino.
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The portion of this video that is highlighted in this post begins is shown at 47:58 - 51:24

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LYRICS FOR THE SONG: "WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER, I'LL SKATE"
[Prelude]
[woman's voice] So here we stand on the edge of hell in Harlem
and look out on the world
and wonder what we gonna do
In the face of what we remember.

[Leader] Inflation is on the rise
Let’s find ah solution quick
Everything is sky high
and God help you if you get sick.
My landlord is on my back
because my rent is late.
Well, you can’t get blood
from a turnip bulb.
So when hell freezes over,
I’ll skate.

[Group] - When hell freezes over, that’s when I skate [2x]
[Leader]- Yeeeeah, y’all

[Leader] You say I’m not satisfied.
Well, I must agree.
I can’t dance to the beat of the band
when the music doesn’t suit me.
You claim that you try to please
and you ask why I demonstrate.
Well, I been too long in your tight squeeze
So when hell freezes over, I’ll skate.

[woman’s voice:]- I’m tired of waiting for the sweet bye and bye
Now I’m gonna strive to make things better.
No more reaching for that pie in the sky
In spite of what you do
I’ll be getting me together.
[Group]- Hey Hey Hey

[Leader] History tells me of your peace with the red nation.
And now I only see them televised or in some reservation.
Hey, it’s not that I don’t want to be friends,
but this one thought carries weight.
Well there’s more buffalos than Indians
So, when hell freezes over I’ll skate.
[Group] When hell freezes over, that’s when I skate [2x]
[Leader] Yeeeeah, ya’ll

[Leader] You say the population is getting a little cramped
Well, I want you to know that I can’t wind up
in some concentration camp.
You’re sending colonies to Mars
and I’m not included in the freight?
Don’t ask for my help
when you’re lost in the stars
‘Cause when hell freezes over, I’ll skate

[All of the women in the group] I’m tired of waiting for the sweet bye and bye
Now I’m gonna strive to make things better.
No more reaching for that pie in the sky
In spite of what you do
I’ll be getting me together.
[Group]- Hey Hey Hey

I can’t go into a store
without being depressed.
It seems I’m taking in much more
And bringing out less.
Yu ask how do I stay so slim
How do I watch my weight
I can’t help to be slim
with the shape that I’m in
So when hell freezes over, I’ll skate
[Group] When hell freezes over
That’s when I’ll skate [2x]
[Leader] Yeah, y’all

[Leader] I’m so tired of empty promises
I really done lost my cool
And, speaking of promises,
Where’s my forty acres and my mule?
Still you have the gall to ask me
Why am I being so irate
Well, when I’m content with the establishment
When hell freezes over I’ll skate
[Group] When hell freezes over, that’s when I skate [multiple times]
[Leader]- Yeeeeah, y’all
[Group] Wnen hell freezes over
[Group & Leader] WE'LL SKATE!
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*This is my transcription of this song from this video. Additions and corrections are welcome.
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According to https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/when%20hell%20freezes%20over, the definition for "when hell freezes over" is an "("informal + impolite) [idiom] used to say that one thinks that something will never happen"

"When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate" may be a play on the words "when hell freezes over", however it doesn't have the same meaning.

It's possible that "When hell freezes over, I'll skate" may have been or may still be an idiom that is used by some African Americans and/or other Americans. However, I've never heard or seen "When hell freezes over, I'll skate" apart from the play and song with the same words.

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WHAT "WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER, I'LL SKATE" MEANS
I believe that the song title/idiom* "When hell freezes over, I'll skate" means "being resourceful, creative, and inventive and otherwise doing whatever you need to do to get through crazy and difficult times".

A contemporary American sayings with a similar meaning is "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."

A contemporary African American saying that has a similar meaning is "I'm doing me." (My focus is how something effects me, and not other people). In the context of this song "other people" means "racist White people".

Notice in the video that the play's performers have a determined expression on their face while they imitate the motions of skating on ice.

Here are two specific portions of the song "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll skate" that support my conclusion about the meaning of this title/idiom (with numbers added for referencing purposes only) :

1. "So here we stand on the edge of hell in Harlem
and look out on the world
and wonder what we gonna do
In the face of what we remember.

2. I’m tired of waiting for the sweet bye and bye
Now I’m gonna strive to make things better.
No more reaching for that pie in the sky
In spite of what you do
I’ll be getting me together.
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"The sweet bye and bye" means "heaven"

"Pie in the sky" means "the reward Christians expect to receive when they die and go to heaven"

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Monday, March 4, 2019

Showcasing Three Love Poems & One Love Song From The Black Theater Production "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate"

Edited by Azizi Powell

This is Part II of a three part pancocojams series on the 1979 award winning theater production "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate".

Part II showcases three love poems from "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate"; "Benign Neglect", "I Thought You knew", and "It's time". Part II also showcases the song "You Get Into Me With Your Touch" which is performed immediately after that third poem.

Click https://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2019/03/information-about-youtube-video-of-1979.html for Part I of this pancocojams series. Part I presents information about this theater production and includes the full YouTube video of this play.

Click https://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2019/03/video-of-lyrics-for-song-when-hell.html for Part III of this post. Part III showcases the song "When Hell Freezes over I'll Skate" from the play with that name. The lyrics for that song are included in this post along with my thoughts about what that title/idiom means.

Thanks to Vinnette Carroll, who conceived and directed "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate" and thanks to all those who starred in that production or were associated with that production. Thanks also to all those who are quoted in this post and thanks to the publisher of this video on YouTube.

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SHOWCASE VIDEO: When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate (1979 Stage Play Drama)



TheeSymphony85'AliveAgain Channel, Published on May 17, 2018

This lively, spirit-lifting musical celebrates the sheer-joy----and----survival---of black music, song and poetry since the days of America's Civil War. With utter grace and ease, the gifted eight-member singing ensemble glides from gospel to disco and from slave quarter sermons to contemporary black poetry. Stars Tony winners Cleavant Derricks and Lynne Thigpen.

Starring: Cleavant Derricks, Lynne Thigpen, Clinton Derricks-Carroll,, Jeffrey Anderson-Gunter, Marilyn Winbush, Brenda Braxton, Lynne Clifton-Allen, Reginald VelJohnson. Directed by Vinnette Carrol & Emile Ardolino.
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This post focuses on 33:39-38:31 of this production.

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WORDS AND LYRICS OF THESE SHOWCASE POEMS AND THIS SONG FROM "WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER, I''LL SKATE"

BENIGN NEGLECT
I’m really not ready to die of benign neglect.
But that’s what’s happening.
Living off what you did and what you used to.
Maybe the love boat is just too steady.
Maybe the sweet cake is over ready.
Maybe the hot chocolate is cooled instead.
Maybe the “need you” battery is running dead.
Whatever it is
I‘m really not ready to die of benign neglect.
So I’ll rock the boat,
cut the cake,
heat the chocolate,
recharge the battery
Or whatever it takes
to put some more life in our love
Some more move to our groove
some more nitty to our gritty
‘Cause I’m really too young
to be killed by passivity.
So I’ll harass and provoke
Needle and poke you
into a present tense of what it was
or a past tense of what it is ‘cause
the worse thing that I have ever felt
is this soft, slow death
by benign neglect.

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I THOUGHT YOU KNEW
I thought you knew.

I thought my waking up
with You as my reason for wanting to awaken
was enough.

I thought you
Knew

Just knowin that you had my back
was what kept my front to movin in the right direction.
I thought my face, body, hands had already said it
And you read it and understood.
I thought I didn’t need “I love ya” taped to lips
or tattooed to my tongue for you to know
I thought you knew.
I thought you knew.
I
thought
You
Knew.

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IT’S TIME
Some of my loneliest hours have been with you
But now I know what I have to do
I’m going to be all the women I can be
‘Cause it’s time for a new me.
It’s time for a new we.
“Cause it’s time.

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JUST TOUCH ME
Sometimes I think that I’ve overgrown you
Maybe you’re just getting tired of me
There are moments I feel I’ve never known you
Perhaps it would be best if you’re set free.
But there’s a certain kind of feeling
that I get when we are near
And all our problems seem to disappear.

You just have to touch me
Put your hand on my shoulder
and all the pain is gone
All the sorrows we shared
don’t last for very long
Everything is new
Everything is you.
Darling, just touch me
And we find ourselves making love
the whole night through
If there really a heaven
it’s inside of you
You get into me with your touch
Yeah.
I say to myself why don’t we drop it.
Why can’t I get away from it all.
But it’s nothing I can do to stop it.
I keep runnin back each time you call.
And I know how much I love you.
And I pray that you love me.
And I realize you’re My priority.

You just have to touch me
And I’m like the snow that’s melting in the spring
Like someone in first base I’ve everything to gain
Everything is new
Everything is you.
Darling, just touch me
Brush your lips across my mouth
The feeling’s so sublime
Hold me tightly in your arms
And for the first time
You get into me with your touch
You get into me with your touch
You get into me
with your touch

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Additions and corrections are welcome.

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This concludes Part II of this three part pancocojams series.

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Sunday, March 3, 2019

Information About & YouTube Video Of The 1979 Black Theater Production "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate"

Edited by Azizi Powell

This is Part I of a three part pancocojams series on the 1979 award winning theater production "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate".

Part I presents information about this theater production and includes the full YouTube video of this play.

Click https://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2019/03/showcasing-three-love-poems-love-song.html for Part II of this series. Part II showcases three love poems from "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate"; "Benign Neglect", "I Thought You knew", and "It's time". Part II also showcases the song "You Get Into Me With Your Touch" which is performed immediately after that third poem.

Click https://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2019/03/video-of-lyrics-for-song-when-hell.html for Part III of this post. Part III showcases the song "When Hell Freezes over I'll Skate" from the play with that name. The lyrics for that song are included in this post along with my thoughts about what that title/idiom means.

Thanks to Vinnette Carroll, who conceived and directed "When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate" and thanks to all those who starred in that production or were associated with that production. Thanks also to all those who are quoted in this post and thanks to the publisher of this video on YouTube.

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SHOWCASE VIDEO: When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate (1979 Stage Play Drama)



TheeSymphony85'AliveAgain Channel, Published on May 17, 2018

This lively, spirit-lifting musical celebrates the sheer-joy----and----survival---of black music, song and poetry since the days of America's Civil War. With utter grace and ease, the gifted eight-member singing ensemble glides from gospel to disco and from slave quarter sermons to contemporary black poetry. Stars Tony winners Cleavant Derricks and Lynne Thigpen.

Starring: Cleavant Derricks, Lynne Thigpen, Clinton Derricks-Carroll,, Jeffrey Anderson-Gunter, Marilyn Winbush, Brenda Braxton, Lynne Clifton-Allen, Reginald VelJohnson. Directed by Vinnette Carrol & Emile Ardolino.
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This is the complete play (length-58:12 minutes)

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INFORMATION ABOUT THE PLAY "WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER, I'LL SKATE"
From https://www.nytimes.com/1979/02/14/archives/revue-when-hell-freezes-over-urban-arts-corps.html
Revue: ‘When Hell Freezes Over’
By RICHARD F. SHEPARDFEB. 14, 1979
"RECIPE for an evening of theater that works well, even without a script: Take the works of two dozen poets and have them performed by seven attractive and talented young performers who recite, sing and dance, accompanied by a half‐dozen good musicians. Stir well and you have a delectable feast that goes under the title, “When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate.”

This latest offering of the Urban Arts Corps, which was established to involve young black and Puerto Rican artists with professional theater, Is a revue, but one in which the sequences fit together almost seamlessly. Vinnette Carroll, who conceived and directed the show (she is artistic director of the Urban Arts Corps), describes it as “our poetry program, from slavery to the present.” And the program does indeed cover much ground and many well‐put words in the less than two hours it is on stage.

The scorekeeper might cavil at the lack of identification of the poetry, whether one is listening at one point to the words of Paul Laurence Dunbar, of Nikki Giovanni, of Langston Hughes...

[...]

It opens with a rouser, a thumping of feet as four men and three women, all attractive people, get things under way singing “When the colored band comes marching down the street.” Then there are the simple songs of country courting, songs of humor and love. Somehow, because it happens effortlessly, the mood shifts to gospel, rousing and impassioned, drawing in the rhythmic clapping of the audience. There is a sermon, but, of course, it is poetry.

The mood changes. It's the blues, tired and sexy and indrawn. And jazz. It is all here, the many moods and modes of black expression, perhaps not all of them, but a sample case of the bit ter and the sweet, the pragmatic and the poetic.

“When Hell Freezes Over” is carried off beautifully by its cast. Marilynn Winbush is a most handsome young woman with a voice that moves easily from throaty torch to concert‐hall polished pitch. Lynne Clifton‐Allen, who looks, as one observer noted, a lot like Joan Crawford, conveys comedy as well as the pathos of a worn woman. Brenda Braxton is a lithe and intense dancer, an eye‐catching whirl of red dress punctuating the prose and poetry.

Alde Lewis Jr. also dances, and he taps and swings to tunes of any era. Clinton Derricks‐Carroll and Cleavant Derricks can carry off anything, from gospel and church sermon to tender ballad and hortatory hymn. Jeffrey Anderson‐Gunter displays an almost elfin charm and humor expressed in both smile and soft West Indian accent.

Miss Carroll's direction is surefooted and logical. She has made an entity out of a number of disparate and diverse parts. It is, as she says, an evening of poetry, but it is more than that. It is an evening of entertainment and theater."

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Excerpt #2:
From https://www.csmonitor.com/1984/0517/051713.html
'When Hell Freezes Over': rousing songs about black life in America
By Louise Sweeney, May 17, 1984
"It's a musical evening that picks you up and shakes you like one of the flashing tambourines in ''Movin' Up to Higher Ground.'' Vinnette Carroll's ''When Hell Freezes Over, I'll Skate'' is the latest shout of joy and anguish from the woman who has dedicated her life to portraying the black experience through music. Ms. Carroll has also brought us ''Your Arm's Too Short to Box With God'' and ''Don't Bother Me, I Can't Cope.''

This time around, at the Kennedy Center [in Washington, D.C.], Ms. Carroll has done a rousing tone poem on black life based on the work of poets Paul Laurence Dunbar, lindamichellebaron, Langston Hughes, and Nikki Giovanni. Ms. Carroll, listed as director and ''conceiver,'' has divided the production into two acts: the first, dealing with black life of the mid-19th-century rural South; the second, that of the mid- to late 20th-century urban North. Original music and lyrics are by H. B. Barnum, Cleavant Derricks, and Clinton Derricks-Carroll.

The production begins as the spotlight hits the statuesque Nora Cole, standing on a pedestal swathed in a translucent gold cloak. Her face is a mask, as austerely beautiful as Nefertiti's. Then ''The Colored Band'' of the old South begins the traditional black singing and dancing. But there is an undercurrent sung: ''We wear the mask that grins and lies, this debt we pay to human guile . . . .'' The seven couples who share equal billing in this musical revue of black life wear Dona Granata's dramatic costumes: pastel, ruffled, and flounced gowns or ice cream suits for the 19th-century scenes; jazzy outfits in bold jewel colors for the contemporary Act II.

There are moments when the production explodes with emotion: when Trina Thomas with her rich, raise-the-roof contralto belts out the spiritual ''Lost in the Wilderness,'' and when Tommy Hollis shakes the Kennedy Center congregation with ''An Ante-Bellum'' sermon against slavery (Moses vs. Pharaoh), reminiscent of Cleavon Little's showstopper in ''Purlie.'' He masks the message by singing: ''Don't you run and tell your master I's a preachin' discontent, 'cause I isn't . . . I'm talking about freedom in a Biblistic way . . . '' The cast also pulls out all the stops for a strutting, prancing, crowd-rouser, ''Little Liza Jane,'' one of the most lively numbers by choreographer Michele Simmons.

''When Hell Freezes Over'' is a spirited but uneven production. The first act is more successful than the second, which deals with the blues of urban life and love up North. ''How can you fix your mouth to say there's a shortage of good men when I'm here?'' wails the endearing L. Michael Gray before blasting off with ''Fat Man Blues'' to Trina Thomas. His double-dip soliloquy and her banana split of an answer, ''Why I Went Off My Diet,'' are some of the delights of a second act which sometimes falters in pace and content.

A small orchestra is effectively placed in a raised semicircle near the ceiling of the stage, rather than in the pit, so the music (supervised by H.B. Barnum) moves out over Lawrence Miller's minimal sets.

This Vinnette Carroll production seems lost in the vast Eisenhower Theater. It seems more suited to a smaller, more intimate space like the Kennedy Center's Terrace Theater, and is apparently not drawing big enough crowds to fill the Eisenhower. For this show's high ticket prices, an audience today expects a larger, more lavish production, often with a star for drawing power. It's unfortunate that ''When Hell Freezes Over'' may not be finding its audience, because it's a treat of an evening. As Ms. Carroll says in a Stagebill interview , ''It's a show about always looking on the bright side. It's a celebration; it's not a lecture on black history.''...

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Friday, February 9, 2018

Paul Laurence Dunbar's 1896 Poem "We Wear The Mask", An Early 20th Century Quote About "Smiling, Acquiescent Black People" & A 2006 Quote About Black Men Smiling As A Survival Strategy

Edited by Azizi Powell

Latest revision February 10, 2018

This is the first post in a four part pancocojams series that explores the history, purposes, and content of the viral #BlackMenSmiling hashtag and related hashtags.

This pancocojams's series on #BlackMenSmiling and its related hashtags seeks to provide some context to the viral #BlackMenSmiling hashtag which trended #1 on Twitter on February 2, 2018 and according to Twitter ratings, remained strong several days after that.

This pancocojams series also provides some corrections to repeatedly cited statements about that hashtag, In addition, this pancocojams series documents selected [text only] tweets from those hashtags for historical and socio-cultural purposes.

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This post presents three spoken word/musical interpretations of Paul Laurence Dunbar's 1896 poem "We Wear The Mask". The Addendum to this post presents an early 20th century quote about "smiling, acquiescent black people, & a 2006 quote about Black men using smiles as a survival strategy.

Click http://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2018/02/information-about-examples-of-pre.html for Part II of this series. Part II presents information about #BlackMenSmiling and #blackmensmile prior to February 2, 2018 when the #BlackMenSmiling hashtag went viral and trended to #1 on Twitter. The Addendum to that post also presents a few post-February 2, 2018 #blackmensmiles tweets.

Click http://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2018/02/general-information-about-descriptions.html for Part III of this series. Part III provides general information about #BlackMenSmiling, #blackmensmiles, #BlackMenSmilling, and #BlackWomenSmiling with a focus on the purposes of those hashtags.

Click http://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2018/02/selected-text-only-tweets-from.html for Part IV of this series. Part IV presents selected (text only) examples of tweets from #BlackMenSmiling, #BlackMenSmilling, and #BlackWomenSmiling.

The content of this post is presented for historical, socio-cultural, and aesthetic purposes.

All copyrights remain with their owners.

Thanks to Paul Laurence Dunbar for his literary legacy and thanks to all those who are featured in these videos. Thanks also to all those who published these videos on YouTube.

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WORDS TO "WE WEAR THE MASK"
(Paul Laurence Dunbar)

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

The above poem appeared in Dunbar's first professionally published volume, Lyrics of Lowly Life, in 1896 by Dodd, Mead, and Company. It also appeared in the volume Majors and Minors from the previous year.”...

Online source: http://www.potw.org/archive/potw8.html

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SHOWCASE EXAMPLES
Example #1: We Wear the Mask



Cliomuseofhistory, Published on Apr 10, 2008

Black History Month

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Example #2: We Wear the Mask(Final).mov



Akanke56, Published on Nov 30, 2010
English 543 Factual and Fictional Adaptation
keith.mehlinger@morgan.edu

College Students
Morgan State University
"We Wear the Mask" The Norton Anthology African Literature Second Edition

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Example #3: We Wear The Mask.

J MILHOUSE, Published on Jan 18, 2012
We Wear The Mask photography exhibit coming February 2012.

Shot by: Justin JMILLZ Milhouse.
Starring: David Mays.
Narration by: Dexter Mays.

http://www.devinmays.com :: http://www.fresh-cool-dope.com
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Here's a comment from this video's discussion thread:

marcdaddy33, 2013
"EXCELLENT JOB.

great film, great poem by dunbar and great music (sounds like Coltrane)."

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ADDENDUM: QUOTES ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE SMILING
Quote #1
From Selected Articles on the Negro Problem
Books on Google Play
Selected Articles on the Negro Problem
H.W. Wilson Company, 1921 -
https://books.google.com/books?id=JZNZAAAAMAAJ

page 124
"I thought of those eight millions as of men, black as ink. ... A very large proportion of these colored people, indeed, is more than half white…. The black or mainly black people seem to be fairly content with their inferiority; one sees them all about the States as waiters, cab- drivers, railway porters, car attendants, laborers of various sorts, a pleasant-smiling, acquiescent folk.”...
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Italics added to highlight this portion of this sentence.

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Quote #2
From http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/07/01/AR2006070100462_pf.html Black Men Quietly Combating Stereotypes
By ERIN TEXEIRA
The Associated Press
Saturday, July 1, 2006
"NEW YORK -- Keith Borders tries hard not to scare people.

He's 6-foot-7, a garrulous lawyer who talks with his hands.

And he's black.

Many people find him threatening. He works hard to prove otherwise.

"I have a very keen sense of my size and how I communicate," says Borders of Mason, Ohio. "I end up putting my hands in my pockets or behind me. I stand with my feet closer together. With my feet spread out, it looks like I'm taking a stance. And I use a softer voice."

Every day, African-American men consciously work to offset stereotypes about them _ that they are dangerous, aggressive, angry. Some smile a lot, dress conservatively and speak with deference: "Yes, sir," or "No, ma'am." They are mindful of their bodies, careful not to dart into closing elevators or stand too close in grocery stores.

It's all about surviving, and trying to thrive, in a nation where biased views of black men stubbornly hang on decades after segregation and where statistics show a yawning gap between the lives of white men and black men. Black men's median wages are barely three-fourths those of whites; nearly 1 in 3 black men will spend time behind bars during his life; and, on average, black men die six years earlier than whites.

Sure, everyone has ways of coping with other people's perceptions: Who acts the same at work as they do with their kids, or their high school friends?

But for black men, there's more at stake. If they don't carefully calculate how to handle everyday situations _ in ways that usually go unnoticed _ they can end up out of a job, in jail or dead.

"It's a stressful process," Borders says."

Melissa Harris Lacewell, a political scientist at the University of Chicago, says learning to adapt is at the heart of being an American black male.

"Black mothers and fathers socialize their sons to not make waves, to not come up against the authorities, to speak even more politely not only when there are whites present but particularly if there are whites who have power," she said.

"Most black men are able to shift from a sort of relaxed, authentically black pose into a respectable black man pose. Either they develop the dexterity to move back and forth or ultimately they flounder.

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Black men, especially those who look physically imposing, often have a tough time.

"Someone who is tall and muscular will learn to come into a meeting and sit down quickly," she said. "They're trying to lower the big barrier of resistance, one that's fear-based and born of stereotypes."

Having darker brown skin can erect another barrier. Mark Ferguson has worked on Wall Street for 20 years. He has an easy smile and firm, confident handshake.

"I think I clean up pretty well _ I dress well, I speak well _ but all that goes out the window when I show up at a meeting full of white men," says Ferguson of New Jersey, who is 6-foot-4 and dark-skinned. "It's because they're afraid of me."

"Race always matters," said Ferguson, whose Day in the Life Foundation connects minority teenagers with professionals. "It's always in play."

Fletcher knows his light brown skin gives him an advantage _ except that he's "unsmiling."

"If you're a black man who doesn't smile a lot, they (whites) get really nervous," he said. "There are black people I run across all the time and they're always smiling particularly when they're around white people. A lot of white people find that very comforting."

All this takes a toll.

Many black men say the daily maneuvering leaves them enraged and exhausted. For decades, they continuously self-analyze and shift, subtly dampening their personalities. In the end, even the best strategies don't always work."...
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Pancocojams Editor's Note:
A number of contributors to the #Blackmensmiling hashtag that went viral on February 2, 2018 indicated that they usually don't smile when their pictures are taken or when they take their own photographs ("selfies"). I'm not sure how much of the reasoning for this can be attributed to a reaction to White perceptions of Black people-and Black men in particular-being scary and dangerous unless we smile.

My guess is that the custom of not smiling when taking pictures have more to do with the cultural perception that smiling id interpreted as being "weak" and "unmanly", descriptions that would be highly problematic in certain neighborhoods more than others.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Video: Serena Williams reads 'Still I Rise' by Maya Angelou (with that poem's words)

Edited by Azizi Powell

This post showcases a video of tennis champion Serena Williams reciting Maya Angelou's poem "Still I Rise".

The content of this post is presented for cultural and inspirational purposes.

All copyrights remain with their owners.

Thanks to Maya Angelou and Serena Williams for their lives' legacies. Thanks also to the producer and publisher of this YouTube video.

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STILL I RISE
(Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc.

Source: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise

Click https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou information about Maya Angelou.

Click https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serena_Williams for information about Serena Williams.

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SHOWCASE VIDEO- Serena Williams reads "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou


Bear in the Woods, Published on Jul 9, 2016
Serena Williams reads 'Still I Rise' by Maya Angelou.

I disabled the comments because a lot of people weren't discussing the actual video but were instead insulting Serena Williams - either because of her skin colour or because of her body - or turning the comment section into a race war. I figured that disabling comments is the most acceptable solution for the many people wanting to enjoy the poem and the video without the comment section being turned into a minefield by the ones watching the video solely for the purpose of insulting Serena Williams.

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

Ryan and Timon - "Man Vs God" (African American Spoken Word Poem & Mime Performance)

Edited by Azizi Powell

This post showcases the spoken word poem "Man Vs God". The official video of a mime performance of this poem is also showcased in this post.

The content of this post is presented for religious, cultural, and aesthetic purposes.

All copyrights remain with their owners.

Thanks to Ryan and Timon for composing and performing this spoken word. Thanks to the editor of www.courageouschristianfather.com/ for transcribing this poem and thanks to the publisher of this video on YouTube.

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SHOWCASE VIDEO Man vs God | OFFICIAL MIME VIDEO



charles gray, Published on Mar 21, 2014

Big ShoutOut to Ryan and Tilmon for this awesome poem please check out there video and subscribe to there channel.

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TRANSCRIPT
From http://www.courageouschristianfather.com/man-vs-god-official-mime-video/#axzz3w8piN12H
"According to the video on YouTube this poem is by Ryan and Tilmon.

The video title says Man vs God in YouTube but the screenshot for this video shows God vs Man.

Below is the transcript of this video.


God: Where have you been son?

Man: God? God, is that you?

God: Where have you been son?

Man: I’ve taken a break from the Word and gotten into the World a little.

Backslid the saints would say.
I paint today a new day
just so the sorrow
won’t be remembered tomorrow.

I borrowed time from the World because I got that feeling.
And like Marvin Gay would say, I needed sexual healin‘.

But perpetually feeling like I knew better,
I couldn’t figure out what ‘better’ I knew.
And I figured You were probably pretty pissed,
so I didn’t bother to come to you…

God: You are still a little boy!

Man: Excuse me, God?

No offense against your royalty,
but show me a little loyalty
and keep it real.

You know good and well I’m not a boy.
I just might have taken a detour, or ran into a decoy,
but my core is still right though.

And plus, you look at a person’s heart.
And you know it was hard for me
to refuse that temptation in that given situation.

Why are you cutting into my manhood?
I thought I stand good with you as long as I come back and repent!
And plus the time I spent in the World doesn’t compare
to the times I spent thinking of you.

So give me a break!

God: Give you a break?!? I owe you nothing.

But you, who were bought at a price,
it is only right that you dedicate me your life.

See, I want to open up doors for you,
so that through you, others will see Me.

I understand that you may be confused
by some portraying themselves to be Me,
but they’re never the Savior of the world.

You see, the devil knows scriptures too.
It is not enough to every now and then
worship on a scripture or two.

Give you a break?
Don’t you know every breath you take
is considered a break because my Grace
is saving you from going to that place.

Now count the breaks you get in one day.
You do the math.
Every day I’m sparing you from my wrath.

But after you’ve taken baths in pools of sin,
again and again,
I consider you my son,
my love, my friend.


And you’d prefer to spend your time trying to blend in,
when I clearly made you to stand out.
When you get to my pearly gates, there won’t be any handouts.
So it’s time for you to become a man now.
Or stand down.

Because clearly you can’t see that you’ve been chosen.
Instead, choosing what you find in the world close to your heart.

You see, temptation is part of life
and my Grace is just a taste
of the love I have for you after every time you give in.

From night to morning,
I watched over you while you were snoring.
And even when it was storming,
I made sure there was no harm in you.
I’m warning you, not fussing.

And you know warning comes before destruction.
So while you are here lusting,
sinning, and grinning,
think I am the End and the Beginning.

And quit pretending like you woke yourself up this morning.
You know as the story is told:
“What good is the man that gained the world but lost his soul?”
Don’t lose control and then go ahead and show up.

It’s time to stop playing Christian and really grow up.
And throw off your old ways.
See, when you were a boy, you thought like a boy.
But now that you are a man, you must leave your childish ways behind you.
And don’t let the glare of sin blind you.
You can have fun when there is time to.

But for now, stop running from conviction
and let it find you.

Man: But God?

I don’t think you understand
how hard it is to have the upper hand
being the underdog.

God, being convicted by you is not what I’m afraid of.
I’m more concerned about the rate of
people who will come in and call me hypocrite.
I’ve seen it all before and quite frankly I’m sick of it.

Convicted with the addiction of making selfish
decisions has corrupted my vision and made me vulnerable.
And God, to be one of the only ones living rightly leaves me so uncomfortable.

People will look at me with such scrutiny.
It would be a lot easier if it were just You and me.

And if I begin to live Holy,
then the people that really know me
would just compare me to the old me.

They wouldn’t show me respect, God.
I’ll spread your Word if someone asked me about it.
That’s ok, right God?

God: Whining, lying, and complaining, that’s all you seem to do.
You find time to do everything you want, but nothing I ask of you.

But you expect me to have grace every time you come my way?
You seem to remember me every Sunday, but forget about me on days like today.

What if I was to dismiss you?
THEN who would spare your life?
What if I decided to take a break?
Then what would expect from your Creator?
What if I just decided to walk off and just decide to come back later?

You don’t realize all the things I invest in you
and all the talent I give you as a gift.
So let’s just reverse our roles
and I’ll let you take my second shift.

No, don’t ask any questions. I’m handing the power over to you.
Now your life is in your hands. Your destiny belongs to you.

Man: God, wait!!!

I apologize. Just listen.
I apologize for fitting in
when I know you made me different.
I just thought that maybe this time
maybe this time…

God: Time? Not even my own Son knows the second or hour.
I made you a king, though you were born a coward.

Son, I listened to your every word.
There is nothing you say that I don’t hear.
I opened up your eyes to see all things
and wipe the world away so you would see clear

My Son Jesus doesn’t even know and you want me to freeze time for you?

I’m calling on you for your calling
but it’s obvious you have other things to do.

You are afraid of what people would say,
but I’m the only one you should fear.
For the time works on my watch,
and Mother Earth will soon disappear.

You may not understand
and this may come as a surprise,
but I’ll explain it to you,
cause I’m sick of the lies.

I am the Divine Truth.
And nothing shall come before Me.

How can I explain to you how to be faithful?
For when I speak, you just ignore Me.

I give you every inch of power you have
to conquer all that you may fear.
But consider my Voice to be hours on the clock.
The end of times are near.

Man: Ok God.
I’ll change.
I will promise I will change.
But I might as well get used to people looking at me strange.

God: Who cares?

Man: And what about my imperfections? And everything of my past?

God: I have perfected your imperfections
and made beauty of your past.
I made you first,
when you thought you were last.

You see, my Love is unconditional.
It’s something you’ve never felt.
I’ve forgiven you of everything,
even when you couldn’t forgive yourself.

Man: And God, what if I fall?

God: You will.

Man: And then what?

God: I’ll pick you up.

Man: God, again, what if I fall?

God: I’ll pick you up.

Man: But God, what if I keep on falling?

God: I’ll keep…picking…you up.

Man: But God…

God: But NOTHING!
You will always fall short of my Grace.
That’s not to debate.
You shall face every day knowing you’ve been saved by Grace.

Let the melodies from Heaven rain down on you.
Take that Bible off the shelf.
Stop depending on everyone else.
Sometimes you have to encourage yourself.

It isn’t over until I say its over,
so wipe those tears from your face.
You have to continue to move swiftly
and make every move with faith.

I’ll continue to show you the right path
and you can continue to talk to me.

But your words mean nothing
unless you are ready to walk with me.

Man: God, I surrender.
God: Son, just walk."

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Friday, March 14, 2014

"I, Too, Am Harvard" Tumblr Blog & The Poem "I, Too, Sing America"

Edited by Azizi Powell

This post provides information about and a link to the Tumblr blog "I, Too, Am Harvard", This post also showcases the poem the Langston Hughes poem "I, Too, Sing America".

The content of this post is presented for cultural, sociological, motivational, and aesthetic purposes.

All content remain with their owners.

Thanks to the students of Harvard who created the Tumblr Blog and thanks to Langston Hughes who wrote the poem which served as inspiration for that blog's title & spirit. Thanks also to all those who are quoted in this post, and thanks to the publishers of the videos that are featured in this post.

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INFORMATION ABOUT "I, TOO, AM HARVARD"
From http://news.yahoo.com/black-harvard-students-target-cliches-via-tumblr-blog-221129422.html
Washington (AFP) - Black students at Harvard University, appropriating a line from a celebrated African-American poet, are harnessing social media to challenge racial stereotypes -- and inspiring similar blogs across the Atlantic.

I, Too, Am Harvard is a Tumblr blog, viewed more than 235,000 times as of Thursday, in which 63 students reveal some of the more frustrating and condescending remarks they've encountered at the Ivy League school...

The blog coincides with an eponymous play based on interviews with black Harvard students that takes its title from "I, Too, Am America" by the late African-American poet Langston Hughes...

"Our voices often go unheard on this campus, our experiences are devalued, our presence is questioned," the blog states.

"This project is our way of speaking back, of claiming this campus, of standing up to say: We are here. This place is ours. We, TOO, are Harvard."

Just over 1,100 of Harvard's 21,000 students are African-American, according to its provost's office."...

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LINK TO "I TOO AM HARVARD" TUMBLER: http://itooamharvard.tumblr.com/

[Summary Statement from that website]
"A photo campaign highlighting the faces and voices of black students at Harvard College. Our voices often go unheard on this campus, our experiences are devalued, our presence is questioned-- this project is our way of speaking back, of claiming this campus, of standing up to say: We are here. This place is ours. We, TOO, are Harvard. The #itooamharvard photo campaign is inspired by I, Too, Am Harvard, a play based on interviews with members of the black community exploring and affirming our diverse experiences as black students at Harvard College. The original play premieres on Friday March 7th, 2014 at 7 PM in Lowell Lecture Hall on the campus of Harvard College. facebook.com/itooamharvard @iTooAmHarvard #itooamharvard 253452"

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INFORMATION ABOUT THE POEM "I, TOO, SING AMERICA"
From http://www.shmoop.com/i-too-sing-america/
[Langston] Hughes was often considered the poet laureate of the Harlem Renaissance. The Harlem Renaissance was a cultural explosion that took place in New York City during the 1920s and '30s, giving rise to popular jazz, all kinds of African-American art, and a whole slew of seminal (that means first, and really important) works of African-American literature and poetry. You probably already know some of Hughes's other poetry, like "Harlem" (also called "Dream Deferred") and "The Negro Speaks of Rivers."

Hughes published "I, Too, Sing America" in 1945, a good ten years or so before the start of the Civil Rights Movement in the United States. Racism and prejudice were rampant in the US at the beginning of the 20th century – much more than they are now – and so Hughes's poem envisions a day in which whites and blacks will eat "at the table" together, in which black citizens will be truly classified as equal Americans."

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FEATURED EXAMPLES

Example #1: Langston Hughes - I, Too



Impossible Paradise, Uploaded on Aug 8, 2010

Read by Langston Hughes.

Langston Hughes (1902 - 1967).

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful we are
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

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Example #2:
I Too Sing America By Langston Hughes: Visual Representation



William Sexton Uploaded on Mar 31, 2010

This is a project I made for my 9th Grade English class. It is a visual representation of Langston Hughes' "I, Too, Sing America." narrated by Denzel Washington.

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

"Mother To Son" Poem by Langston Hughes (Examples With Words)

Edited by Azizi Powell

This post provides the text and four video collage/recitations of Langston Hughes' poem "Mother To Son". "Mother To Son" is also known as "Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair". Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) was an African American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist.

The content of this post is presented for historical, educational, and aesthetic purposes. The copyrights remain with their owners.

My thanks to Langston Hughes for writing this poem. My thanks to the videographers, artists, spoken word artists, and musicians whose work is showcased in these featured videos.

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TEXT OF THE POEM

MOTHER TO SON
(Langston Hughes)

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

From http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-to-son/

Click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langston_Hughes for information about Langston Hughes.

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FEATURED VIDEOS
(These videos are posted in no particular order.)

Video #1: Mother to Son Tone Poem




Uploaded by Aocochlain on Feb 24, 2009

This was a music technology project, based on a poem by Langston Hughes.
Music and film created by Aonghus O Cochlain.
Poem reading by Roberta Enschede.

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Video #2: Mother to Son by Langston Hughes: A Poetic Appreciation



Uploaded by honeytapia on Jun 20, 2010

I chose this poem for my English Comp. assignment, without realizing Fathers Day would be the day that I published it for my instructor to view. This poem touched me in a big way, causing me to think of my own son. My son is a father himself now and on this father's day I would like to dedicate this compilation to him. Sam Nimmo, you are one of the best father's I have every known. I love you with all my heart and am proud of you in ways I could never describe. Happy Fathers Day, son. Keep on, keeping on! Love, Mom

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Video #3: Mother to Son



Uploaded by GoldenHorn on Jun 13, 2007

[Music: "Naima" by John Coltrane]

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Video #4: Mother to Son - Langston Hughes



Uploaded by Jalmgrener on Nov 19, 2009

Here is a narrated poem with music.

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In response to a comment in this video's viewer comment thread, the video uploader indicated that "the music was created by myself using a program called Logic Pro".

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Five Examples Of African American Spoken Word Poetry

Edited by Azizi Powell

Updated: November 29, 2019

This pancocojams post showcases five videos of African American spoken word poetry from the USA. Links to the words for four of these poems are provided in this post.

The content of this post is presented for educational, historical, folkloric, entertainment, and aesthetic purposes. The copyrights remain with their owners.

My thanks to the spoken word artists, the musicians featured on some of these videos, and the producers & uploaders of these videos.

Enjoy and be inspired!

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FEATURED VIDEOS

Video #1: Gil Scott Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised



lanklan, Jul 9, 2009

Gil Scott Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Pieces of a Man (1971)
Flying Dutchman/RCA - New York

Johnny Pate - conductor
Brian Jackson - piano
Ron Carter - bass
Pretty Purdie - drums
Burt Jones - electric guitar
Hubert Laws - flute, saxophone

[...]

pmThe Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Artist: Gil Scott-Heron
Album" The Revolution Will Not Be Televised / Home Is Where the Hatred Is
Writers: Gil Scott‐Heron
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Here's a note from the summary for the sound file that was originally embedded in this post:
"Gil Scott-Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised... (RIP Gil) track 7 from The Soul of the Black Panther Era Vol 1; originally from his 1970 album, Small Talk at 125th and Lenox"

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Click http://www.gilscottheron.com/lyrevol.html for the words to this spoken word poem.

Also click
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Revolution_Will_Not_Be_Televised for more information on this spoken word composition.

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Video #2: Last Poets - Blessed are those who struggle



Uploaded by freein2339 on Dec 5, 2008

The Last Poets with Bernard Purdie...from the LP "Delights Of The Garden"...This is the tune "Blessed Are Those Who Struggle"..

Written by Suliaman El Hadi

Voices: Jalaluddin Mansur Nuriddin Suliaman El Hadi Abu Mustapha

Bass, Guitar: Mann
Drums: Bernard Purdie
Conga: Abu Mustapha Suliaman El Hadi
Percusion: Jalaluddin Mansur Nuriddin Suliaman El Hadi Abu Mustapha

This is a different lineup then the original "Last Poets"

The original Last Poets were formed on May 19, 1968 (Malcolm X's birthday), at Marcus Garvey Park (formerly Mount Morris Park, at 124th Street and Fifth Avenue) in the East Harlem neighborhood of New York City. The original members were Felipe Luciano, Gylan Kain, and David Nelson.

The group continued to evolve via a 1969 Harlem writers' workshop known as "East Wind." Jalal Mansur Nuriddin, Umar Bin Hassan, and Abiodun Oyewole, along with percussionist Nilaja, are generally considered the primary and core members of the group, as they appeared on the group's 1970 self-titled debut (contracted by noted Jimi Hendrix producer Alan Douglas) and, in various combinations, on subsequent releases. Luciano, Kain, and Nelson recorded separately as The Original Last Poets, gaining some renown as the soundtrack artists for the 1971 film "Right On!".

Umar Bin Hassan, and Abiodun Oyewole still perform under the name "The Last Poets".

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Click http://www.justsomelyrics.com/1346567/The-Last-Poets-Blessed-Are-Those-Who-Struggle-Lyrics for the words to this poem.

Also, click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8M5W_3T2Ye4 for a video of The Last Poets' now classic spoken word composition "When The Revolution Comes".

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Video #3: 08. Blackalicious - Ego Trip by Nikki Giovanni (featuring Nikki Giovanni & Erinn Anova)



Neku Rau, Published on Sep 2, 2014

Nia
Track 8
1999/2000
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Click https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEyozH0EQqw for another uptempo version of this poem from the "Truth Is On The Way" album. Nikki Giovanni's poems in that album are spoken along with Gospel music. [embedding disabled].

Also, click http://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2013/01/nikki-giovanni-ego-trippin-sound-file.html for the words to this poem.

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Video #4: Philip Allen Jr. - When I Became a Man



Uploaded by blacknblues on Oct 1, 2007

When I Became a Man spoken word video. To challenge and inspire men to put the games away, and be the powerful men of God he's called us to be...

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Click http://www.praverb.net/2009/08/philip-allen-jr-when-i-became-man.html for biographical information about Phillip Allen Jr.

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Unfortunately, I've not been able to find the words to this poem online, and I don't know if it is appropiate to transcribe & post those words here.

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Video #5:Sunni Patterson "We Know This Place"



Matthew Rosenbeck, Oct 15, 2006

Clip from live performance by Sunni Patterson
"We Know this place"
Spring 2006. New Orleans La
Produced by Matthew Rosenbeck
New Orleans La 2006
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The words to this spoken word composition can be found at http://www.democracynow.org/2007/8/31/the_resilience_of_the_people_is

Click http://www.sunnipatterson.com/#/bio/4519501310 for biographical information about Sunni Patterson.

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Friday, March 23, 2012

Autumn Colbert - A Poem For Trayvon Martin

Edited by Azizi Powell

A Poem For Trayvon Martin



Uploaded by ThePrettyyoungthing on Mar 21, 2012

"Dedicated to Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant, Sean Bell, Emmett Till and others like them...killed innocently."

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IT'S NOT OKAY: A POEM FOR TRAYVON
(Written by Autumn)*

There's no justice
For the mother that buries her son
Before his eighteenth birthday.
Tear stained cheeks
Hold lifeless body
Wondering how that day could have
gone differently.

Black mothers wonder how to protect
their sons from their own innocence,
Merely being themselves
Walking, Skittles and ice tea in tow.
"Suspicious" they say.
It is NOT okay.

From Trayvon Martin,
Emmitt Till to Oscar Grant,
Sean Bell killed just
Before his wedding day
No amount of time or reasoning
Can wipe that hate away.

Black skin becomes target practice
For those looking to sharpen
Their marksmen skills
Lifes are valued less than that of animals.
Society outcries dog fighting over
Fighting bullets.
Pinned to the ground yelling "Help!"
And everyone hears
But no one is there to stop it.

"Suspicious" they say
It is NOT okay.
To be let free the next day.
To be considered a hero in your community
for a vile display.

"Suspicious" they say?
It is not okay.
Our sons die by the minute
And we think justice has been won?
We have just begun
the fight for freedom and equality
For Trayvon, for Oscar, for Sean, for Emmitt
and the list goes on.

We must fight for justice
As if it were our own son
Till black blood isn't shed on concrete
Till Black boys aren't hunted like game
Till Black mothers have to no longer
bury our brothers
Till we rise and realize that we need each other
To fight till our lifes begin
To reflect the beauty
In which we see each other
Till our time here isn't spent fighting
For what we were given freely...Life -
Till we no longer have another night like tonight.
We must fight
For Trayvon
For Oscar
For Sean
For Emmitt
And for Rodney.

-written by Autumn Colbert; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOweqZvDVZA

Transcription by Azizi Powell

This dedication appeared in print at the end of the poem's recitation:
"Dedicated to Trayvon Martin and others who lost their lives due to racial profiling and hate.

May we keep fighting in the name of justice."

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*The poet (Autumn Colbert) resides in Baltimore, MD. You can follow her on Twitter at: www.twitter.com/autumncolbert or visit her reverbnation page at: http://www.reverbnation.com/autumnc.

I appreciate being able to share Ms. Colbert's powerful poem with others via this post.

RELATED LINKS
With the exception of Rodney [King], the poem refers to Black males who were slained because of racial profiling.

Here are links to information about the Black males mentioned in this poem:
Trayvon Martin http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2012/03/trayvon-martin-case-timeline-of-events/

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Oscar Grant
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BART_Police_shooting_of_Oscar_Grant

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Emmit Till
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmett_Till

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Sean Bell
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sean_Bell_shooting_incident

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Rodney King
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_King

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Monday, March 19, 2012

Langston Hudges - "The Ballad Of The Landlord" Video Recitations

Edited by Azizi Powell

This post includes the words of African American Langston Hughes' poem "The Ballad Of The Landlord". This post also includes a recitation of this poem by Langston Hughes as well as two other videos of this poem. In addition, this post includes three comments from a blogger about a recent incident in Virginia in which a White teacher indicated that a Black student in her classroom needed to be "blacker" in his recitation of "The Ballad Of The Landlord".

I was motivated to showcase the poem "The Ballad Of The Landlord" on this blog by that recent classroom incident. According to multiple news reports, a White high school teacher in Virginia directed a Black student to recite the African American composed poem "The Ballad of The Landlord" "blacker" than he had done. The student refused to do so, and the teacher then recited the poem with a dialect that the student described as that of "a maid on the 1960s"..."like a slave". When the ninth grader asked the teacher if she thought all Black people talked liked that, she reportedly reprimanded him for talking out of turn and told him to sit down. http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/03/17/10737634-ninth-grader-says-teacher-told-him-to-read-langston-hughes-poem-blacker

Editor: That site includes a number of reader comments about this incident. Three of those comments are included in this post.

Here is that poem:

THE BALLAD OF THE LANDLORD
(Langston Hughes)

Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don't you 'member I told you about it
Way last week?

Landlord, landlord,
These steps is broken down.
When you come up yourself
It's a wonder you don't fall down.

Ten Bucks you say I owe you?
Ten Bucks you say is due?
Well, that's Ten Bucks more'n I'l pay you
Till you fix this house up new.

What? You gonna get eviction orders?
You gonna cut off my heat?
You gonna take my furniture and
Throw it in the street?

Um-huh! You talking high and mighty.
Talk on-till you get through.
You ain't gonna be able to say a word
If I land my fist on you.

Police! Police!
Come and get this man!
He's trying to ruin the government
And overturn the land!

Copper's whistle!
Patrol bell!
Arrest.
Precinct Station.
Iron cell.
Headlines in press:
MAN THREATENS LANDLORD
TENANT HELD NO BAIL
JUDGE GIVES NEGRO 90 DAYS IN COUNTY JAIL!

[Source: There are numerous online sources for this poem, including the msnbc.com link cited above]

Here's a comment about this poem from http://allpoetry.com/poem/8495547-The_Ballad_Of_The_Landlord-by-Langston_Hughes

"The Ballad Of The Landlord" From The Landston Hughes Reader, p. 101, © 1957

This poem by Langston Hughes grew out of conditions in New York City’s Harlem in the 1930’s. In graphic terms it describes the escalation of anger and frustration that tenants experienced trying to get landlords to make basic repairs. It is structured like an old time blues song until the final verse where the rhythm changes."
-Charley Noble

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The website whose link is posted above includes brief biographical information about Langston Hughes[1902-1967].

VIDEOS

Video #1: LH Ballad of the Landlord 1954



Uploaded by moleary1971 on Mar 7, 2012

Langston Hughes from a recording made in 1954.

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Video #2: ballad of the landlord


Uploaded by cooldollarbyll on Dec 5, 2008

Editor: This recitation of "The Ballad Of The Landlord" is by William Lyles from the
Carter G. Woodson African American History Club (no city given)

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Ballad of the Landlord [animation]



Uploaded by misschris0803 on Apr 27, 2009

Animated Langston Hughes poem for Digital Media 1. First animation. Created using After Effects, Photoshop, and GarageBand

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COMMENTS
Editor: I agree with these three comments posted by Zen609 on that msnbc.com reader comment thread whose link I gave above.

Disclaimer: I'm not this commenter, and I don't know this commenter.

"The difference between [Langston Hughes'] speech and SAE [Standard American English] Dialect is very slight, much less so than the difference between most dialects of that time and SAE - and VERY different from some stereotypical Southern Dialect.

Langston Hughes was a highly intelligent and educated man, as were most residents of Harlem at that time. Harlem isn't the ghetto - it's not a slum now, and it certainly wasn't a slum in the middle of the century. It wasn't an area populated by the uneducated or underemployed. The residents didn't then or now, speak with stereotypical Southern Accents."
- Sat Mar 17, 2012 11:17 PM EDT

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"...people living in Manhattan don't have Southern accents, and most African-Americans don't speak like they came straight from da hood, just like most white Americans don't speak like they come straight from the trailer - that's just TV and movies, it's not real.

But that doesn't mean I think she should be fired."
-Zen609; Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:09 AM EDT

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"UGH

Langston Hughes was not poor, was not uneducated. He did not speak in a Southern dialect - it's Harlem - It's Manhatten.

Harlem is NOT a ghetto, a slum, or da hood. Some people seem to think that because it's a black neighborhood that it must be a ghetto. It's not. And it certainly wasn't in the 20s and 30s. It was an upper middle class neighborhood.

I don't think the teacher should be fired, because I really don't know what she was thinking or that she had some racist intent."
-Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:14 AM EDT

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Here are two other recordings uploaded to YouTube of Langston Hughes reciting one of his poems" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpjFS3CQkKE&feature=related "Dreams"

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CUKyVrhPgM&feature=related" "I Too".

Also, click http://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-known-rivers.html for a post on the Langston Hughes' poem "I've Known Rivers"

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

I've Known Rivers

written by Azizi Powell

This post is in praise of African American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) and his poem "I've Known Rivers". This post is also in praise of some of the musicians/vocalists who have interpreted that poem.

From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langston_Hughes

"First published in The Crisis in 1921, "The Negro Speaks of Rivers", which became Hughes's signature poem, was collected in his first book of poetry The Weary Blues (1926)."

The Negro Speaks of Rivers
by Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

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According to http://www.duboislc.org/ShadesOfBlack/LangstonHughes.html "Lincoln's determination to end slavery was said to have started when,
as a young man, he visited New Orleans for the first time." That website includes more biographical information about Langston Hughes.

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Gary Bartz NTU Troop (1973)



Uploaded by Ruhkukah5150 on Jul 26, 2010
Recorded Live. Montreux Jazz Festival 1973.

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4Hero remix: Courtney Pine - I've Known Rivers (2009)



Uploaded by 1994RapLover on Jun 16, 2009
hot jazzy remix, too fresh!

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Paul Laurence Dunbar's "A Negro Love Song"

Written by Azizi Powell

[Revised June 21, 2017]

Late 19th century poet, novelist, and essayist Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906) seldom gets any props from afro-centric African Americans. That's because his compositions that have received most of the attention & approval from European Americans were written in dialect that is reminiscent of White blackfaced minstrels. I'll leave for other (possible) posts my thoughts about Dunbar's dialect writing, why he wrote that way, and why those compositions were much more warmly accepted by White literary critics & other White folks than Dunbar's other writings. Instead, this post focuses on Paul Laurence Dunbar's "A Negro Love Song" because I like it.

Obviously, there are no film clips of Paul Laurence Dunbar reciting any of his poems. However, there are YouTube videos of others reciting "A Negro Love Song" which was first published in 1913. And there are several videos of White singers who covered Dunbar's poem under the name "Jump Back Honey Jump Back". Hopefully, those vocalists credited Dunbar for their use of all the words to that poem, but it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't. To make sure that viewers of those videos were aware of the source of those lyrics, I added that information to three of those videos's comment thread, reinforcing another viewer's comment:
"Great poem PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR!!!!! THE ORIGINAL OWNER"
-ACurlThing

I shared information about the true composer of the song known as "Jump Back Honey Jump Back" - echoing what ACurlThing wrote - not because I thought that White people shouldn't record poems or songs written by Black people. I added that comment because I feel strongly that people should credit the known sources of their creative work. Failing to do that happens very often on YouTube and elsewhere. I strongly believe that we African Americans and others need to be much more diligent about protecting our legacy from those who wrongfully claim it.

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The title and refrain for the song 'Jump Back Honey Jump Back" which was written by African American singer and pianist Hadda Brooks in 1950 borrows its words from Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem. Click http://www.aaregistry.org/historic_events/view/entertainment-pioneer-hadda-brooks http://www.aaregistry.org/historic_events/view/entertainment-pioneer-hadda-brooks for information about Hadda Brooks, who was known as the "Queen of Boogie".

Also, the jump back baby jump back" refrain in R&B singer Rufus Thomas's late 1965s song "Jump Back" "is clearly modeled on Paul Laurence Dunbar's "jump back honey jump back" line. Hopefully, Rufus Thomas acknowledged Paul Laurence Dunbar's contribution to that "Jump Back" song. Here's a link to the words of Rufus Thomas' song: Rufus Thomas-Jump Back I didn't expect to find Rufus Thomas' performance of "Jump Back" on YouTube, but it's there (at least for now). Click
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPqcccmiOMc

By the 1960s I'm sure the phrases "jump back honey jump back" and "jump back baby jump back" were used in a number of songs and rhymes. What prompted my interest in that poem at this time was that phrase's use in a civil rights chant. Sam A. Robrin, a guest on this Mudcat Discussion Forum thread http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=115045 "Not Last Night But The Night Before-rhyme" wrote this comment about that chant:

"I came here to get the rest of a Civil Rights - era crowd song that Pete Seeger references in an issue of BROADSIDE (#57, if you care to look it up):

Last night and the night before,
(Jump back, Wallace, jump back!)
Twenty-five troopers at my door,
(Jump back, Wallace, jump back!)
I got up and let 'em in....

Anyone know more about its use during the Alabama freedom marches"?

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As I wrote on that thread, I've no knowledge of that chant, and would be interested in learning more. However, there's no doubt that the "Wallace" that was mentioned in that chant was the then arch segregationist Alabama governor George Wallace.

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Without any further comments, here's the words of this post's featured poem (I've found examples of that poem in today's mainstream American English, I've chosen to post the poem the way Dunbar wrote it)

A NEGRO LOVE SONG
(Paul Laurence Dunbar)

SEEN my lady home las' night,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,
Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,
An' a smile go flittin' by --
Jump back, honey, jump back.

Hyeahd de win' blow thoo de pine,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Mockin'-bird was singin' fine,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
An' my hea't was beatin' so,
When I reached my lady's do',
Dat I could n't ba' to go --
Jump back, honey, jump back.

Put my ahm aroun' huh wais',
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Raised huh lips an' took a tase,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Love me, honey, love me true?
Love me well ez I love you?
An' she answe'd, " 'Cose I do" --
Jump back, honey, jump back.

http://www.libraries.wright.edu/special/dunbar/poetryindex/a_negro_love_song.html

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Here's a video of a recitation of that poem:

A Poem for April 9, 2011 - A Negro Love Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar



Uploaded by hopeanitasmith on Apr 9, 2011

A Poem A Day to celebrate National Poetry Month. Remembering poets of the past and present.

Thank you, Paul Laurence Dunbar!

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