Posts tagged 1996.

Title: Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence Artist: Ryuichi Sakamoto 149 plays

song: merry christmas mr. lawrence
artist: ryuichi sakamoto
album: 1996 

1 year ago on 11/11/12 at 09:14pm

'The Geography of Poetry' by Assotto Saint

for ntozake shange

ntozake shange
i looked you up
among the poets at barnes & noble
but i didn’t find you

walt was there amidst leaves of grass
anne gazed down
her glazed eyes dreamt of rowing mercy
erica posed in her latest erotica
even rod took much space
i searched among ghosts
& those alive
i couldn’t find you

i asked the clerk
if he had kept you tied down in boxes
or does he use your books as dart boards
he smirked then shouted “she’s in the black section
in the back”
even literature has its ghettos

stacked amongst langston, nikki, & countee
maya who looked mad
the blues had her bad
zake tell me
did you demand to be segregated
"does color modify poetry"
i asked the manager

he patted me on my head
"it’s always been this way" 

assotto saint
spells of a voodoo doll: the poems, fiction, essays and plays of assotto saint
pp. 27 - 28 

2 years ago on 09/12/12 at 08:24pm

Like all profound repression, my rage unleashed made me afraid. It forced me to turn my back on forgetfulness, called me out of my denial. It changed my relationship with home - with the South - made it so I could not return there. Inwardly, I felt as though I were a marked woman. A black person unashamed of her rage, using it as a catalyst to develop critical consciousness, to come to full decolonized self-actualization, had no real place in the existing social structure. I felt like an exile. Friends and professors wondered what had come over me. They shared their fear that this new militancy might consume me. When I journeyed home to see my family I felt estranged from them. They were suspicious of the new me. The “good” southern white folks who had always given me a helping hand began to worry that college was ruining me. I seemed alone in understanding that I was undergoing a process of radical politicization and self-recovery.

bell hooks, Killing Rage: Ending Racism

I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the transformative and healing powers of radical rage. I’m often told that I’m too angry, too filled with negative emotion, when in actuality, I genuinely believe that rage - beautiful, healthy, necessary, and healing rage - has kept me alive and provided me with the strength to keep going. 

Rage gets shit done. 

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Through poetry and playwriting I go to the limits of my being to forever discover the essence of rebirth within. I explore the world and how it closes in on itself with its prejudices. My poems and plays are weapons and blessings that I use to liberate myself, to validate our realities as gay black men, and to elucidate the human struggle. What better place to celebrate this movement than on the page and on the stage

Assotto Saint. “Why I Write.” Spells of a Voodoo Doll. New York: Masquerade, 1996. 8. Print. (via stetx)
2 years ago on 01/08/12 at 10:51pm
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