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Books by Kalamu ya
Salaam
The Magic of JuJu: An Appreciation of the Black Arts
Movement /
360:
A Revolution of Black Poets
Everywhere Is Someplace Else: A Literary Anthology
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From A Bend in the River: 100 New Orleans Poets
Our Music Is No Accident /
What Is Life: Reclaiming the Black Blues Self
My Story My Song (CD)
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five.
a decade of development
(contd.)
After Hofu
came Pamoja Tutashinda (Together We Will Win) in 1973, Ibura
in 1976, Revolutionary Love in 1978, and Iron Flowers in
1979. Those were the books of poetry written during the decade
of my Ahidiana years. I also co-wrote with my wife, Tayari
kwa Salaam, two children's books, and Our Women Keep Our
Skies, a collection of essays "In support of the
struggle to smash sexism and develop women." Skies included
three poems, two of which became among my most popular poems.
Hofu
will always be fondly remembered. It was my first poetry book
that was more than just poetry. The cover was a symbolic piece
created specifically for the book. Inside we had symbols as well
as text. We also mixed essays with poetry. And the poems
included both tender and tough pieces. The book was printed in
green ink on ivory stock. It set the tone for all the other
Ahidiana publications which followed.
You
could see growth happening in this book, but you could also see
glaring blemishes, particularly a vehement strain of homophobia
which Ahidiana would directly tackle within the next four or
five years. I know that some people say that
"homophobia" was part of the times, but there is no
need to hide from the truth. On that account we were backward.
Other poems and essays which tackle homophobia head on would
follow over the next few years, and thusly demonstrate through
both criticism and self-criticism that regardless of where we
started from, we kept on developing.
In
1973 we were what I would now call classic Black nationalists.
Even though we thought we were being progressive, our position
on the woman's question was suspect. That too would change over
the next couple of years. Hofu would have been stronger
artistically, if I had been more progressive politically. The
feeling was there, the ideas were lagging behind.
Hofu
was then both experimental and limited, but it was an attempt to
move past status quo examples of what a poetry book should be
like.
Here
are two selections which demonstrate where we were at in 1973.
The first piece, "Lament" is written in the feminine
voice and actually had been written somewhere between 1967 and
1968; it was published in the first issue of Nkombo and, because
of its subject matter, I choose to include it in Hofu.
Audiences used to get really, really quiet when we did this one.
The
second "INSPIRATION" is an example of some of the most
progressive thoughts cohabiting with some of the most
regressive. I used both the word and the image
"faggot" in a negative sense. In later years, I would
continue using the poem but substituted the word
"freak." Also, in performance this poem was built on a
chain gang chant, "Be My Woman" which Nina Simone also
used a variation of in her song "See Line Woman." The
chant metamorphosed into a Curtis Mayfield-like ballad,
"Love A Good Woman" and ended on a Pharoah Sanders
tip. Of course the music is not on the page, but this is an
example of how I wrote poems which were designed to be sung, as
well as spoken, lyrics.
| LAMENT
/for
black men everywhere/
when
will our men be men
not of fear and trembling
feeding dark soil with their own
dark blood or
crying yes sirs and halting steps
of broken airs about
themselves
but
men:
simply able to love their lives
as men are said to do?
God
can you possibly
replenish that
lost seed
who were once lovely African chieftains,
princes and such, loving
their queens
Can pride be restored
or must they suffer forever
attempting a shield of their
impotence from our knowing eyes. |
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INSPIRATION
THE
FLOWER IN THE HOUSE, THE AIR WE BLACK MEN BREATHE
love
a good woman
love
a good woman
for
all the time there is
for
all the life there is
for
all the best we are
love
a good woman
love
a woman
love
love a good woman
in
sunshine, in rain, place
yr
house in order, in
balanced
on the tear drop of her happiness
on
the hair back from her geled* head
on
the soft steps she makes
moving
toward you being the flower in the house
yr
oxygen, yr gettin up fuel
yr
no nonsense and strength to do what you got to do
the
love of a good woman
loving
you love a good woman
yr
choice, companion and soul mate,
yr
maker really, if you be man
then
woman is yr maker, yr woman is yr maker
yr
black woman is yr creator, woman
is
what you should love yr good woman
is
what you need yr good woman to love, to live
yr
pleasant voice in the evening and smiles in yr morning
yr
soft fingers touch on yr chest calling you king
calling
you man, calling you god
you
god the giver come on now love yr good woman
she
creator the maker, love yr good woman
no
man makes himself
woman
makes man and love
love
a good woman
sister
i am incomplete
without
you, i am vessel full
of
holes, i am spirit begging
substance,
i am shadow with
our
form, i am baby wait
ing
to be born, i am that faggot
walking
down the street
not
knowing what to do with myself
like
singers without song
i
need yr tender touch
*head wrapped
respectfully Afrikan styled *
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In January of 1973
Ahidiana published my third book of poetry Pamoja Tutashinda
(Together We Will Win). In advertisements for Pamoja we
described it as "A collection of political poems with an
introductory essay by Kalamu ya Salaam which is a beginning
projection of the ideology of Pan-Afrikan Nationalism."
This was the most didactic of all the books. Strictly an
organizing and conscious raising tool. One of the poems,
"give a speech/talkin abt 'da problem' " is five
typeset pages long in 9 point type. The five part poem was read
at many a rally.
Part
one poetically asks the question:
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give
a speech to reach
the
masses, to reach this, to reach us
who
are tired of words?
give a speech
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Part
two responds to the question with cynicism which is itself
responded to:
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somebodies,
some bodies are sayin
that's
the problem nah
niggers
talk too much
but
is it? is that
really
the problem now
is talk why our life expectancy is so short
is talk why we eat so badly
is talk why we work a week for one day's wages
is talk why everybody laughs at us on television
is talk why we spend so much time in jail
is talk why we have no money, no power, no land
is talk why all our schools are dumb, our teachers
dumber
is talk why nobody likes us
nobody likes the Negro
is talk the cause of that
are we here because of talk
think about that,
did talk rape your grandmomma, red?
did talk make you eat pork, abdul?
did talk cut off the gas&lights last night, rhetta?
did talk do this or was it organized people
taking advantage of our ignorance
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Part
three rhetorically asks the question: "do we want out of
this" and, assuming the answer is yes, goes on to suggest:
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then
organize
organize
to control
control
the space we occupy,
control
all that space as best we can
the
first space being of course, the body, the flesh and
muscle,
brain and mind body, control that from hair tip
to
toenail, discipline it i.e. self control it
exercise
power over it i.e. self-determine it,
self-defend it,
self-respect it
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Part
four speaks directly to how to organize:
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start
with the easy, give a dime a day
start
with the easy, run one block a day
start
with the easy, read for five minutes a day
start
with the easy, eat one fruit a day
start
with the easy, volunteer fifteen minutes a day
start
with the easy and organize to do the undifficult
don't
worry about the heavy problems
all
the heavy problems ain't goin nowhere
just
develop self step by step and one by one
we'll get to
everything in due time *
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Of course, many, many people reject this as poetry,
especially people who are not overwhelmed with social problems
and actively seeking a solution. Similarly, people who are
relatively comfortable with the status quo reject this as
poetry. But what difference does the theme or content of a poem
make in terms of whether we are dealing with poetry? It is not
the content that makes a poem a poem, but rather the style and
presentation.
Pamoja
had a cover by Fred O'Neal who had done the cover for Hofu
and was printed in black ink on a light tan paper.
In
1973 I made another major move. For two years I had worked as
the first director of the Lower Ninth Ward Neighborhood Health
Center. I had also been a founding member of The Black
Collegian Magazine in 1970. Both the health center and the
magazine were growing. I was offered the assistant directorship
of the whole neighborhood health care system with the promise of
becoming the director within the next year. I was offered a
salary of over $25,000 per annum with benefits. I enjoyed the
work of directing an outpatient health care facility located in
the neighborhood where I had grown up. So, I quit.
By
then, I knew: what I wanted to do more than anything was write.
I never will forget, right after signing the contract papers to
work at The Collegian, I went to the city welfare
department, applied for food stamps and based on the small
salary I was drawing at The Collegian I was eligible. I never
regretted the move.
The
Collegian offered me the opportunity to develop my writing
and editing skills. Additionally, I had the opportunity to offer
activists in the movement a platform to speak to Black college
students across the country. I interviewed a wide variety of
activists, artists, and politicians. Sometimes I had three or
four interviews and/or articles in each issue. I was even able
to help Hoyt Fuller when John Johnson closed down Black World
and fired Hoyt. One of the early issues of Hoyt's new
publication, First World, was published in the The
Black Collegian as a special insert. My stay as an employee
of The Black Collegian paralleled my membership in
Ahidiana which had been officially founded in the summer of
1973.
The following year I was selected as a delegate to the
Sixth Pan African Congress held over the summer in Dar Es
Salaam, Tanzania in East Africa. That trip marked the beginning
of an on going pattern of traveling around the world as either
an activist, a writer of socially committed literature, or a
journalist. Before long, I went to the People's Republic of
China, Cuba, Surinam, and numerous destinations in the
Caribbean. At the same time that I was developing as a poet and
performer, I was also traveling around the world meeting, being
inspired by and learning from activists and artists across the
globe. My outlook was expanding quickly as a result of these
developments and the interaction I was having nationally and
internationally. * *
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