Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Friday, December 13, 2019
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Jazz via Avery Sharpe
The Arrival...
But,but,but...
HAVE A HAPPY,
THANKS DAY, "ANYWHO"..
and smile...
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Saturday, November 9, 2019
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Monday, October 28, 2019
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Saturday, October 5, 2019
Monday, September 23, 2019
Friday, September 13, 2019
Friday, September 6, 2019
Saturday, August 31, 2019
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Dedicated to....
Dedicate a Longtime "activist"...
Frances Crowe poses for a portrait Dec. 2,
2016 in her Northampton home. Crowe passed away at her home on Tuesday,
Aug. 27, 2019. SUBMITTED PHOTO/USDA NRCS
As the American war in Vietnam began to escalate, Crowe founded the local chapter of the American Friends Service Committee in 1968, which she ran out of her basement. The organization provided counsel to around 2,000 men applying for status as conscientious objectors to the war.
In that 2018 article, Crowe described the first time she was arrested while staging a peaceful protest on International Women’s Day. The date was March 8, 1972, and together with a group she helped organize in 1970 called Women Against the War, Crowe demonstrated at Westover Air Force Base in Chicopee, where B-52 bomber crews trained before duty in Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos.
“Some 30 of us dressed in black pajamas, the traditional garb of rural Vietnamese women,” Crowe wrote. “We hoped bystanders would feel the suffering of Vietnamese women if we dressed like them. We also hoped that young men facing conscription or drafting into the U.S. military would see the humanity of the Vietnamese people and examine their consciences about entering the army.”
Since then, Crowe has been a key figure in organizing or inspiring activism across the region. She co-founded the Traprock Peace Center in Deerfield and other local peace and anti-nuclear organizations, and was well known for chaining herself, along with other protesters, to the Vermont Yankee nuclear power plant.
That work has inspired many, who together mourned her death.
“Frances absolutely changed my life,” said state Sen. Jo Comerford, D-Northampton. Comerford said Crowe was one of the first people she met when she arrived in the Valley in 1998. “I was headed down a different path, and she was a beacon.”
Comerford worked at the American Friends Service Committee for seven years, and she said she often would run into people who had been inspired by Crowe. Once, she met a woman in New Hampshire holding weekly anti-war vigils. When Comerford asked why she was holding those vigils, the woman said she was following Crowe’s example.
“There are people like this all over the Northeast — and I’m sure beyond that — who picked up a call to action because Frances told them to,” Comerford said.
The Rev. Andrea Ayvazian was one of the people who helped Crowe organize weekly anti-war vigils in downtown Northampton.
Ayvazian said she met Crowe in 1981 after one of Ayvazian’s students at Hampshire College wrote her capstone project about local women who inspired her, including Ayvazian and Crowe. That student organized a get-together for them all in Crowe’s basement, but then got a stomach bug and couldn’t attend. So Ayvazian found herself alone with Crowe in her basement.
“Frances and I talked for many hours, and basically I never left her basement,” Ayvazian said.
The two grew close over decades of activism, and were arrested together around a dozen times, Ayvazian said. When she visited Crowe on her deathbed this past week, Ayvazian said, she sang some of the songs they used to sing in jail together, with Crowe mouthing the words with her.
Many of those remembering Crowe recalled her consistent ability to move others to action. Even in her final days she was checking in with friends about their activist work.
“She was an organizer to the very end, essentially,” said Jeff Napolitano, executive director of The Resistance Center for Peace and Justice — the successor organization to the American Friends Service Committee of Western Massachusetts, which closed in 2017. “There’s no way to overstate her impact.”
“It’s not so much what she could accomplish on her own,” said friend and fellow activist Claudia Lefko. “What was amazing about Frances was that she gave people ideas, she inspired them. And she supported them.”
Lefko said that when she talked to Crowe this week, Crowe said one of the most important things she did in the Pioneer Valley was successfully fight to get the independent news program Democracy Now! on the local airwaves in the early 2000s.
Together with local musician and activist Ed Russell, Crowe helped bring the program to the Valley by making illegal pirate broadcasts of the show — first with Russell climbing Mount Holyoke to operate the broadcasts, and later transmitting from Crowe’s backyard. Eventually, she was able to get WMUA to pick up the show, and the station has run the program ever since.
“I think that just demonstrates who Frances is — just her passion for information, her deep belief that getting information out was a means of liberation,” Democracy Now! host and renowned journalist Amy Goodman said Tuesday. “She just would not take no for an answer, and it just so deeply inspired us.”
Goodman said she came to know Crowe in 2005 when she interviewed her in Northampton. Goodman was recently at Crowe’s 100th birthday, and said she spoke with Crowe last week after she had stopped eating and drinking.
Goodman pointed out that as Crowe passes away, the 16-year-old Swedish climate activist Greta Thunberg is set to arrive in New York after traveling in a zero-emissions sailboat from Europe in advance of the U.N. Climate Summit.
“Really, Frances passes the torch,” Goodman said. “And what she cared about was equality, peace, a nuclear-free world, and she has helped make that happen.”
Crowe is survived by her three children — Caltha, Jarlath and Thomas — five grandchildren and two great grandchildren.
Valley anti-war activist Frances Crowe dies at 100
Activist Frances Crowe, left, of Northampton,
spends time with a friend, Rachel Wyon, of Cambridge, while waiting to
hear presidential candidate Bernie Sanders speak Jan.4, 2016, at the
UMass Fine Arts Center. GAZETTE FILE PHOTO/JERREY ROBERTS
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Amy Goodman, left, who is the host of
"Democracy Now!", interviews Northampton activist Frances Crowe, March
21, at John M. Greene Hall. GAZETTE FILE PHOTO
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Sally Stuffin of Wendell, left, greets
legendary peace activist Frances Crowe July 14, 2018 during a gathering
to witness U.S. Rep. Jim McGovern D-Worcester become the first voting
member of Congress to sign two historic pledges that support the
abolition of nuclear weapons. Some area candidates also signed the
Candidate Pledge for a Nuclear Free Future. FILE PHOTO
Activist Frances Crowe, left, reads "Our
Common Future: Bold Leadership for Clean Renewable Energy" presented to
her by Bob Massie, Democratic candidate for governor of Massachusetts,
Jan. 6, 2018 in her Northampton home. GAZETTE FILE PHOTO
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Arky Markham and Frances Crowe in Markham’s home in Northampton in September 2013. GAZETTE FILE PHOTO/Carol Lollis
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Frances Crowe during a anti war rally in Northampton in April 2017. GAZETTE FILE PHOTO
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NORTHAMPTON — Legendary anti-war activist and longtime city resident Frances Crowe died on Tuesday morning at the age of 100.
“She lived an amazing life and had a beautiful death at home surrounded by her children,” Crowe’s 72-year-old daughter, Caltha, told the Gazette. She said Crowe died after taking to her bed eight days ago, with hundreds of loved ones coming to visit and calling her throughout the week.
Crowe, herself a Quaker, was a committed pacifist who was arrested countless times during protests against everything from war and nuclear weapons to environmental destruction. She was known across the Pioneer Valley and beyond for her activism, and inspired many to follow in her footsteps.
“The phone rings about every three minutes and it’s somebody from somewhere in the world calling to make sure we know how much they loved her,” Caltha Crowe said. “This has been the most unbelievable experience
Born in Carthage, Missouri, in 1919, Crowe moved to Northampton
with her husband, Thomas, in 1951, and soon began organizing anti-war
and anti-nuclear campaigns. In a Gazette article in October 2018, Crowe
wrote that she decided to oppose war after the United States dropped two
atomic bombs on Japan.“She lived an amazing life and had a beautiful death at home surrounded by her children,” Crowe’s 72-year-old daughter, Caltha, told the Gazette. She said Crowe died after taking to her bed eight days ago, with hundreds of loved ones coming to visit and calling her throughout the week.
Crowe, herself a Quaker, was a committed pacifist who was arrested countless times during protests against everything from war and nuclear weapons to environmental destruction. She was known across the Pioneer Valley and beyond for her activism, and inspired many to follow in her footsteps.
“The phone rings about every three minutes and it’s somebody from somewhere in the world calling to make sure we know how much they loved her,” Caltha Crowe said. “This has been the most unbelievable experience
As the American war in Vietnam began to escalate, Crowe founded the local chapter of the American Friends Service Committee in 1968, which she ran out of her basement. The organization provided counsel to around 2,000 men applying for status as conscientious objectors to the war.
In that 2018 article, Crowe described the first time she was arrested while staging a peaceful protest on International Women’s Day. The date was March 8, 1972, and together with a group she helped organize in 1970 called Women Against the War, Crowe demonstrated at Westover Air Force Base in Chicopee, where B-52 bomber crews trained before duty in Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos.
“Some 30 of us dressed in black pajamas, the traditional garb of rural Vietnamese women,” Crowe wrote. “We hoped bystanders would feel the suffering of Vietnamese women if we dressed like them. We also hoped that young men facing conscription or drafting into the U.S. military would see the humanity of the Vietnamese people and examine their consciences about entering the army.”
Since then, Crowe has been a key figure in organizing or inspiring activism across the region. She co-founded the Traprock Peace Center in Deerfield and other local peace and anti-nuclear organizations, and was well known for chaining herself, along with other protesters, to the Vermont Yankee nuclear power plant.
That work has inspired many, who together mourned her death.
“Frances absolutely changed my life,” said state Sen. Jo Comerford, D-Northampton. Comerford said Crowe was one of the first people she met when she arrived in the Valley in 1998. “I was headed down a different path, and she was a beacon.”
Comerford worked at the American Friends Service Committee for seven years, and she said she often would run into people who had been inspired by Crowe. Once, she met a woman in New Hampshire holding weekly anti-war vigils. When Comerford asked why she was holding those vigils, the woman said she was following Crowe’s example.
“There are people like this all over the Northeast — and I’m sure beyond that — who picked up a call to action because Frances told them to,” Comerford said.
The Rev. Andrea Ayvazian was one of the people who helped Crowe organize weekly anti-war vigils in downtown Northampton.
Ayvazian said she met Crowe in 1981 after one of Ayvazian’s students at Hampshire College wrote her capstone project about local women who inspired her, including Ayvazian and Crowe. That student organized a get-together for them all in Crowe’s basement, but then got a stomach bug and couldn’t attend. So Ayvazian found herself alone with Crowe in her basement.
“Frances and I talked for many hours, and basically I never left her basement,” Ayvazian said.
The two grew close over decades of activism, and were arrested together around a dozen times, Ayvazian said. When she visited Crowe on her deathbed this past week, Ayvazian said, she sang some of the songs they used to sing in jail together, with Crowe mouthing the words with her.
Many of those remembering Crowe recalled her consistent ability to move others to action. Even in her final days she was checking in with friends about their activist work.
“She was an organizer to the very end, essentially,” said Jeff Napolitano, executive director of The Resistance Center for Peace and Justice — the successor organization to the American Friends Service Committee of Western Massachusetts, which closed in 2017. “There’s no way to overstate her impact.”
“It’s not so much what she could accomplish on her own,” said friend and fellow activist Claudia Lefko. “What was amazing about Frances was that she gave people ideas, she inspired them. And she supported them.”
Lefko said that when she talked to Crowe this week, Crowe said one of the most important things she did in the Pioneer Valley was successfully fight to get the independent news program Democracy Now! on the local airwaves in the early 2000s.
Together with local musician and activist Ed Russell, Crowe helped bring the program to the Valley by making illegal pirate broadcasts of the show — first with Russell climbing Mount Holyoke to operate the broadcasts, and later transmitting from Crowe’s backyard. Eventually, she was able to get WMUA to pick up the show, and the station has run the program ever since.
“I think that just demonstrates who Frances is — just her passion for information, her deep belief that getting information out was a means of liberation,” Democracy Now! host and renowned journalist Amy Goodman said Tuesday. “She just would not take no for an answer, and it just so deeply inspired us.”
Goodman said she came to know Crowe in 2005 when she interviewed her in Northampton. Goodman was recently at Crowe’s 100th birthday, and said she spoke with Crowe last week after she had stopped eating and drinking.
Goodman pointed out that as Crowe passes away, the 16-year-old Swedish climate activist Greta Thunberg is set to arrive in New York after traveling in a zero-emissions sailboat from Europe in advance of the U.N. Climate Summit.
“Really, Frances passes the torch,” Goodman said. “And what she cared about was equality, peace, a nuclear-free world, and she has helped make that happen.”
Crowe is survived by her three children — Caltha, Jarlath and Thomas — five grandchildren and two great grandchildren.
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
The passing of an American Writter...
Toni Morrison was a national treasure, as good a storyteller, as captivating, in person as she was on the page. Her writing was a beautiful, meaningful challenge to our conscience and our moral imagination. What a gift to breathe the same air as her, if only for a while. pic.twitter.com/JG7Jgu4p9t— Barack Obama (@BarackObama) August 6, 2019
She made me understand“writer” was a fine profession. I grew up wanting to be only her. Dinner with her was a night I will never forget. Rest, Queen. “Toni Morrison, seminal author who stirringly chronicled the Black American experience, dies” https://t.co/S6qxix5OCj— shonda rhimes (@shondarhimes) August 6, 2019
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Friday, July 26, 2019
The Polictical "Climate"???
So what???
Are "you" just Mulling it over, over,and over??? whatever...
www.bbc.com./news/av/science-environment-4912267/tim-flannery-climate-change
Tim Flannery: Climate change - very big and fast moving
Tim Flannery, chief councillor of Climate Council Australia, has warned about the pace of climate change.He told Hardtalk's Shaun Ley: "We are seeing a change of such a large scale it is hard to find an analogy to it in the previous fossil record and of such speed - it's happening 30 times faster than the melting of the ice at the last Ice Age."
"If we are crossing the road and you are getting a boy on a bicycle coming towards you slowly it is not a big deal, we can get around it. If you have got a huge semi [trailer truck] coming towards you at 100mph you know you had better get out of the way...
"And the sceptics, quite frankly, they need to stop threatening my children, they need to get out of the way so we can get some solutions in place," he added.
Climate change: Current warming 'unparalleled' in 2,000 years
Thursday, July 11, 2019
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
GOD BLESS and "enjoy"
Just remember, "IT GETS BETTER"...
p.s. the 4th and coming 2020 it's "for" bill 40
yes,yes,yes...
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Friday, May 10, 2019
HE'S A BAD, BAD, "BOY"....
Watch your "mouth"
What's your problem???
Only your "MOTHER" could
"LOVE YOU"....
but good, better and great...
What's your problem???
Only your "MOTHER" could
"LOVE YOU"....
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
MAY IS FOR "FLOWERS"...
I am "thinking" of the beauty of Spring flowers....
But not the "old ship" of the same name or the name
MAYFLOWER...
Okay, I think therefore I am...
think of our RELATIONSHIP to nature...
Here's a sweet poem for you via Wordsworth:
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not bu be gay
In such a jocund company:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the DAFFODILS...
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Thursday, March 28, 2019
PSYCO-DRAMA???
Okay, they say all is "well"
dat ends "well"...
But,but,but...which is it...
MUCH TO DO ABOUT "NOTHING"
OR "NOTHING" TO DO ABOUT, "MUCH"???
Friday, March 15, 2019
Show "ME" the "MONEY"???
Well,well,well...
You Hated
"Affirmative Action"
NOW WHAT you GOING DO
WITH,...the NEWS,
DAT AIN'T "NEW".
IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT
THE "MONEY"
Friday, March 8, 2019
Womans Day is EVERYDAY....
CHECK OUT
"AOC" and "ELIZABETH WARREN"
and,and,and, MY GIRL
THE GOOD LADY
"NANCY PELOSI"
Friday, March 1, 2019
Saturday, February 23, 2019
The 23 day of "BLK HIS..."
The Last Poets: the hip-hop forefathers who gave black America its voice
It is half a century since the Last Poets stood in Harlem, uttered
their first words in public, and created the blueprint for hip-hop. At
an intimate open house session, they explain why their revolutionary
words are still needed
You
can trace the birth of hip-hop to the summer of 1973 when Kool Herc
DJ’d the first extended breakbeat, much to the thrill of the dancers at a
South Bronx block party. You can trace its conception, however, to five
years earlier – 19 May 1968, 50 years ago this weekend – when the
founding members of the Last Poets stood together in Mount Morris park –
now Marcus Garvey park – in Harlem and uttered their first poems in
public. They commemorated what would have been the 43rd birthday of
Malcolm X, who had been slain three years earlier. Not two months had
passed since the assassination of Martin Luther King.
“Growing up, I was scheduled to be a nice little coloured guy. I was
liked by everybody,” says the Last Poets’ Abiodun Oyewole. He was 18 and
in college when he heard the news. “But when they killed Dr King, all
bets were off.”
That day led to the Last Poets’ revelatory, self-titled 1970 debut of vitriolic black power poems spoken over the beat of a congo drum. Half a century later, the slaughter continues daily, in the form of assaults, school shootings and excessive police force. “America is a terrorist, killing the natives of the land / America is a terrorist, with a slave system in place,” Oyewole declares on the Last Poets’ new album, Understand What Black Is, in which he and Umar Bin Hassan trade poems over reggae orchestration, horns, drums and flute. It’s their first album in 20 years, reminding a new generation of hip-hop’s roots in protest poetry.
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That day led to the Last Poets’ revelatory, self-titled 1970 debut of vitriolic black power poems spoken over the beat of a congo drum. Half a century later, the slaughter continues daily, in the form of assaults, school shootings and excessive police force. “America is a terrorist, killing the natives of the land / America is a terrorist, with a slave system in place,” Oyewole declares on the Last Poets’ new album, Understand What Black Is, in which he and Umar Bin Hassan trade poems over reggae orchestration, horns, drums and flute. It’s their first album in 20 years, reminding a new generation of hip-hop’s roots in protest poetry.
The late Gil Scott-Heron, meanwhile, is often mistakenly believed to have been a member of the Last Poets. Rather, they were contemporaries, the connective tissue between the rap, hip-hop and spoken word genres they helped inspire, and their own direct influences: jazz and Langston Hughes and the words of their slain leaders. “‘I been to the mountaintop!’” Oyewole says, quoting King’s final speech when I visit him. “Ain’t nothing but a poem.”
On this Sunday, as with almost every Sunday for the last three decades, Oyewole is hosting the Open House poetry workshop in his Harlem apartment, a 20-minute walk from the spot where the Last Poets once spoke their first words. The door is cracked open for the stream of visitors who will fill the seats all afternoon and evening. Oyewole rarely reads his own work, but instead serves as teacher, leader and cook (“I do this to repair myself,” he says). There are homemade salmon croquettes, shrimp grits and potatoes waiting in the kitchen. Fifty years of vintage posters and framed awards adorn the walls in the corridor – a literal hall of fame – while others are covered with masks from Oyewole’s travels all over Africa and South America.
When he was growing up, Oyewole says, his father “raised me to hard work” – weeding the garden in Jamaica, Queens – “and I got love overtime from my mother”. He calls two women mother, including the aunt who raised him and demanded he learn to clearly recite the Lord’s Prayer so she could hear every word in the kitchen. Now 70, wiry, energetic, and having received his chosen name in a Yoruba religious service, Oyewole still uses his voice like an instrument, dramatically dialling it up and down in volume for emphasis in the free-ranging conversations that take place in his living room: basketball, the novels of Chinua Achebe, the backlash election of Donald Trump. “All Barack Obama got to do was clean up the mess made by the Bush administration. Pride was restored, money was restored. But that’s all black folks has ever done, cleaning up. We’ve been the biggest servants this country has ever seen.”
In the early 70s, when the Last Poets’ first album began to attain popularity, Oyewole was in prison. He had been studying at Shaw University in Raleigh, North Carolina, and robbed a local Ku Klux Klan meeting. “I have a strong distaste for guns now,” he says. “But back then I treated my .38 Special like it was my wallet.” During his three-and-a-half-year sentence, Oyewole’s good behaviour permitted him study leave. On school days, as part of his study, he would visit a radio station and read out entire books on the air, which were then broadcast in the evenings. “I’d come back to my cell after class and guys would holler: ‘I got you on my headphones, New York!’” he says. These days, when he teaches poetry workshops to teenage girls incarcerated at Rikers Island, he exhorts his students to educate themselves. “I tell them: you put a top hat on time and you learn how to get time to serve you!”
By and by others drift in. “Can I play your drum?” a guy called Jason asks as he wanders in. In his early 20s, he smokes some dope and grows quickly impatient. “Check this out!” Jason pleads, pausing to cue up a phone recording of himself playing at home.
Oyewole isn’t having it. “I don’t want to hear your damn gadget!” he explodes. He refuses to use a mobile phone. “In 1972, in my poem Mean Machine, I wrote: ‘Synthetic genetics controls your soul,’” he says. “Who would I be if I had one of those things now? Some of them here get up and read their poetry right off their gadgets. I tell them: that thing is a wall between us and you.”
He is equally harsh on those who blame their circumstances for their troubles, a philosophy Bin Hassan shares. One of Bin Hassan’s poems on the new record, North East West South, is a moving response to the death of Prince, who was a fan of the group. “I grew up black in the midwest; I had a creative father who could be abusive,” Bin Hassan says a few days after the workshop. “The kid in Purple Rain is named Jerome, and that’s my real name. So when I saw the film, I felt like it was my life story, too. But you can’t get hung up – you have to use that and move on.” Bin Hassan moved to Baltimore several years ago and, in between writing poems, he looks after his grandchildren. “I cleaned up,” Bin Hassan says, having fought a crack addiction, “and I’m thankful I’m still here.”
Rain Maker, a 20-year veteran of the workshop, runs through poems for a gig in Albany the next night. Albe Daniel, an actor and poet who calls Oyewole a surrogate father and addresses him as “Pops”, brings his daughter Katie, six. A poet called Miriam strides up to Oyewole’s chair: “This is Ramesses!” she says proudly, and a tiny face peeps out from a carriage. “Well, well,” says Oyewole, smiling. “I just got off the phone with my own son, Pharaoh.” A guy who introduces himself simply as Born brings bags of wine and groceries; soon there’s frying in the kitchen, Lauryn Hill on a mini-stereo by the stove, the happy chaos of a little party in the making.
At about 8pm, Oyewole shuts everyone up. “We’re getting ready to do poetry!” he shouts and everyone dutifully lines up. Immediately, a chorus of 15 or so voices – young and old, all persons of colour – recites in bright, powerful unison: “I want to be who I want to be …” This is the “pledge”, committed to memory by every workshop poet, written on the fly by Oyewole years ago when he was doing a school visit in Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant district and a sharp-eyed student noticed he hadn’t recited the US pledge of allegiance. “I don’t sing no Star-Spangled Banner – that’s a war song!” he responded. “And I tell you what, I got a better pledge than that one.”
“I want to feel good about me, and blame no one for my misery,” the poets continue in collective, syncopated rhythm. “I want to say what I know, to make my brothers and sisters grow.”
“Baby, that’s a mouthful!” Oyewole says, his eyes lighting up. It’s time for the workshop participants to step up.
A guy in his 20s rises, mumbles his name inaudibly. He recites his poem over familiar music, the instrumental of Childish Gambino’s Redbone. “You got a flow,” Oyewole acknowledges, “but I want to see you being totally original.”
A discussion about artistic theft ensues. One of the best-known homages to the Last Poets arrived via Notorious BIG’s debut single, Party and Bullshit. Recently, a judge dismissed a lawsuit in which Oyewole alleged that Biggie, Rita Ora and other artists, infringed on copyright and used the lyrics in a “non-conscious” way, corrupting the original message.
“When the revolution comes, some of us will probably catch it on TV, with chicken hanging from our mouths,” the Last Poets chant on their debut. “When the revolution comes …!” The line in question is one they say in a rhythmic chorus: “But until then you know and I know niggers will party and bullshit, and party and bullshit …” The rhythm is echoed in Biggie’s recitation of the line. “It’s like
At midnight, the open house is closed. “I tell them all to scatter like mice!” Oyewole says. At seven the next morning, like every morning till 12.30pm, he will return to his desk and write facing east, to Marcus Garvey park. “I look east because that’s where the sun rises,” Oyewole says. “That’s where life begins.”
The Last Poets will appear in concert at the British Library, London, on 18 May. Their new album, Understand What Black Is, is out now on Studio Rockers.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Dare to be Blackface???
But,but,but...
WHY,WHY,WHY???
Okay, I get it,
it's SPIKE LEES,
he's the blame...and, and, and,...
IT JUST HAPPENS TO BE,
BLACK-HISTORY MONTH
note: Maybe it's JUST LOVE
I MEAN AN UNCONSCIOUS WISH
TO BE, YOU KNOW, LIKE ME...
note: Lady only says dat because,because,because
SHE WANTS TO BE YOUR
VALENTINE...(okay to smile)
NO I AM NOT TAYLOR...
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Did Pelosi ???
What, what,...
DID SHE???
FIT THE BATTLE OF
"JERICHO"???
ALL I'M REALLY ASKING IS...
LET IT BE...
"PEACE"
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Monday, January 7, 2019
Think "ABOUT IT"
She has a "HEART"
(she read my poem The WALL...dat all...)
OKAY, IN THE EASTERN PHILOSOPHY IT IS SAID DAT
THE HEART IS WHERE
REAL "INTELLIGENCE" COMES FROM...
SO, WHAT DOES DAT (smile)
TELL "YOU"???
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