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My mother, religiously girdled in / her god, slipped on some love, and
laid on my bell like a truck, / blew through my door warm wind from the south
concern making her gruff and tight-lipped / and scared
that her "baby" was starving. she, having learned, that disconnection results from
non-payment of bill (s).

 

 

The Passing of Poet

Carolyn Marie Rodgers 

(December 14, 1940—April 2, 2010)

Carolyn Marie Rodgers, poet, playwright and author of ten collections of poetry and short fiction, died April 2, 2010. She will be missed by her family and many friends. A memorial service is being planned for May 4, 2010 in Chicago, IL. Legacy

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Rodgers was a founding member and a major writer of the Organization of Black American Culture (OBAC) and had her own publishing company, Eden Press. Besides being the author of nine books including How I got Ovah and The Heart as Ever Green, Carolyn was one of the founders of Third World Press along with Jewel Latimore, and Haki R. Madhubuti. Her off Broadway play Love was directed and produced by Woodie King and Ron Milner in 1982 at the New Federal Theater in New York City.—FuneralDigest

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Carolyn Rodgers, a Chicago poet . . . was distinctive as a new black woman poet in the late 1960s, when she published her first two books, for her vehement adherence to the Black Arts program.—Karen Ford

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attended the University of Illinois in 1960, but transferred to Chicago's Roosevelt University one year later and received her BA in 1965. She began writing as a college freshman. In 1980, she earned a master's degree in English from the University of Chicago. She achieved a national reputation as a writer whose works largely relate to her concern with feminist issues and a particular concern for Black women.

Her poems include "Paper Soul" (1968) and "Songs of a Blackbird" (1969) which hold a strong thematic connection to the ideologies of Black revolutionary thought. Her works also include comments on the roles of women, female identity, and the relationships between mother and daughter. Following the publication and success of
Paper Soul, Rodgers was presented with the first Conrad Kent Rivers Memorial Fund Award (1968). After the publication of Songs of a Blackbird, Rodgers received the Poet Laureate Award from the Society of Midland Authors in 1970. Rodgers also received an award from the National Endowment of the Arts. Two other volumes of her poetry, The Heart As Ever Green (1978) and how I got ovah (1975) also shed light on these and other feminist issues.—Voices From the Gaps, Department of English, University of Minnesota
 

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 This organization [OBAC], . . . was guided principally by the late Hoyt W. Fuller, Jr., then editor of Black World, and served, if only temporarily, to arrest the psychological frailty of Carolyn Rodgers, who was "slim and straight, and as subtly feminine as a virgin's blush." Fuller recalled that when he first met her at an OBAC social function, she was "skinny and scared," verbalized an interest in writing, and telegraphed a need to be stroked. Being the unhealthy flower she was, Carolyn Rodgers responded naturally to his quiet mood and healing voice. (. . .) The format of the OBAC workshops helped cushion Rodgers' insecurities; its members provided a strong support system for each other. It was as a member of this literary coterie, this small in-group of novice writers and intellectuals, that she made her initial impact.

In introducing her first volume of poetry, Paper Soul, Fuller prepared us for what was to come: "Carolyn Rodgers will be heard. She has the artist's gift and the artist's beautiful country." This first period of her writing includes her first three volumes, Paper Soul, 2 Love Raps, and Song of a Black Bird. It is characterized by a potpourri of themes and demonstrates her impudence, through the use of her wit, obscenities, the argumentation in her love and revolution poems, and the pain and presence of her mother. She questions the relevance of the Vietnam War, declares war on the cities, laments Malcolm X, and criticizes the contradictory life-style of Blacks. And she glances at God. These are the years that she whipped with the lean switch, often bringing down her wrath with stinging, sharp, and sometimes excruciating pain.Bettye J. Parker-Smith, "Running Wild in Her Soul: The Poetry of Carolyn Rodgers," Black Women Writers (1950-1980): A Critical Evaluation, ed. Mari Evans (New York: Anchor Press/Doubleday, 1984), pp. 395-97


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Carolyn Rodgers' poetry has received more than mild critical interest for some time. It was considered special well before 1976, when her collection, how I got ovah, was a National Book Award nominee. Yet since that time, Rodgers' reputation has spread considerably. Her poetry is tightly crafted free verse that unpretentiously combines the black American vernacular and the straightforward American style. It is absent of fashionably extreme attitudes, and achieves a distinct presence by cementing private poetic vision with grim but poignant understanding. In The Heart as Ever Green , this fusion of poetic vision and spiritual compassion is extremely pronounced, producing a kind of contemporary black American poetry that is warmly honest, immediately direct, and clearly accessible. . . .

The Heart as Ever Green  is a poetic statement on the condition, attitude, and determination of black people. Carolyn Rodgers has given us a strong, dignified, and beautiful book of poems. At the core of this work is a sensibility that is framed in the notion that black suffering will be alleviated in time. That may be an accurate, perceptive, and honorable belief, but is nonetheless one that not all black contemporary poets would agree with.Walter Sublette, "Poetic Voices of Hope and Rage," Chicago Tribune Book World, 19 November 1978,  p. 10.

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Works by the Author

Morning Glory: Poems (1989)

Finite Forms (1985)

Eden and Other Poems (1983)

The Heart as Ever Green (1978)

how I got ovah: New and Selected Poems (1975)

2 Love Raps (1969)

Songs of a Blackbird (1969)

A Statistic, Trying to Make it Home (1969)

Paper Soul (1968)

Blackbird in a Cage (1967)

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Works about the Author

Antar Sudan Katara Mberi. "Reaching for Unity and Harmony," Freedomways. First Quarter, 1980.

Evans, Marie, ed. Black Women Writers. Garden City: Anchor Doubleday, 1984.

Henderson, Stephen. Understanding New Black Poetry. New York: William Morrow, 1973.

Lee, Don L. Dynamic Voices: Black Poets of the 1960's. Detroit: Broadside Press, 1971.

Randall, Dudley. The Black Poets. New York: Bantam, 1971.

Rushing, Andrea Benton. "Images of Black Women in Afro-American Poetry. " Black World, XXIV (September 1975), 18-30.

Ward, Jr., Jerry. Trouble the Water: 250 Years of African-American Poetry. New York: Signet, 1997.

Source: Voices

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 Black Women Writers

Edited by Marie Evans

This unique volume provides each writers reflection on her work, an evaluation of that writer by two perceptive critics, and detailed biographical and bibliographical data. Included are Maya Angelou, Toni Cade Bambara, Nikki Giovanni, Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, and ten other outstanding writers.

This unique volume provides each writers reflection on her work, an evaluation of that writer by two perceptive critics, and detailed biographical and bibliographical data. Included are Maya Angelou, Toni Cade Bambara, Nikki Giovanni, Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, and ten other outstanding writers.

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Testament

         By Carolyn M. Rodgers

child,

in the august of your life

you come barefoot to me

the blisters of events

having worn through to the

soles of your shoes.

 

it is not the time

this is not the time

 

there is no such time

to tell you

that some pains ease away

on the ebb & toll of

themselves.

there is no such dream that

can not fail, nor is hope our

only conquest.

we can stand boldly in burdening places (like earth here)

in our blunderings, our bloomings

our palms, flattened upward or pressed,

an unyielding down.

 

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East of New Haven

                  By Carolyn M. Rodgers

 

             you see so many

                 graveyards around

             these little towns—

                out in the open

                    spaces & places.

 

                          i guess big cities

                    have not enough space for the

                       living,

                             let alone the dead.

 

there is so much

water here

and back home in

chicago we would call

them rocks, lying all on the ground(s)

lots of rocks around/but

you would call them

stones here.

see how much smoother

the world is.

 

the farther east we

go

             the more frequent

are the stops at rich small

quaint towns and the more frequent

are the admonitions to “watch one’s

ticket on the rack above the seat

or to be very sure to take it with

you if you leave your seat!”

      apparently,

                      the very wealthy,

                                               steal.

as i ride the train

watching the many white students

eating out of brown paper

sacks, saving their now

money so that they can

be the very wealthy later

oon, also.

Carolyn M. Rodgers, “East of New Haven” from The Heart As Ever Green (Garden City: Anchor Press/Doubleday, 1978).

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Breakthrough

                By Carolyn M. Rodgers

I've had tangled feelings lately
About ev'rything
Bout writing poetry, and otha forms
Bout talkin and dreamin with a
Special man (who says he needs me)
Uh huh
And my mouth has been open
Most of the time but
I ain't been saying nothin but
Thinking about ev'rything
And the partial pain has been
How do I put my self on paper
The way I want to be or am and be
Not like any one else in this
Black world but me

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It Is Deep (don't never forget the bridge that you crossed over on)

                   By Carolyn M. Rodgers

Having tried to use the
witch cord
that erases the stretch of
thirty-three blocks
and tuning in the voice which
woodenly stated that the
talk box was "disconnected"

My mother, religiously girdled in
her god, slipped on some love, and
laid on my bell like a truck,
blew through my door warm wind from the south
concern making her gruff and tight-lipped
and scared
that her "baby" was starving.
she, having learned, that disconnection results from
non-payment of bill (s).

She did not
recognize the poster of the
grand le-roi (al) cat on the wall
had never even seen the books of
Black poems that I have written
thinks that I am under the influence of
**communists**
when I talk about Black as anything
other than something ugly to kill it befo it grows
in any impression she would not be
considered "relevant" or "Black"
but
there she was, standing in my room
not loudly condemning that day and
not remembering that I grew hearing her
curse the factory where she "cut uh slave"
and the cheap j-boss wouldn't allow a union,
not remembering that I heard the tears when 
they told her a high school diploma was not enough,
and here now, not able to understand, what she had
been forced to deny, still--

she pushed into my kitchen so
she could open my refrigerator to see
what I had to eat, and pressed fifty
bills in my hand saying "pay the talk bill and buy
some food; you got folks who care about you . . ."

My mother, religious-negro, proud of
having waded through a storm, is very obviously,
a sturdy Black bridge that I
crossed over, on.

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"What made her important was her unique use of language and her descriptions of our community," said Haki Madhubuti, a poet and the founder of Third World Press, which published two early books by Ms. Rodgers, Paper Soul‚ and Songs of a Blackbird‚ "When she read, people would sit up and take notice. Men gravitated toward her like she was a Corvette."

By the late '60s she had begun to modify her thinking, shifting from a collective black perspective to an individual one. In the poem "Breakthrough" she addressed her own poetic evolution in progress . . .

Her best-known book, How I Got Ovah: New and Selected Poems, a finalist for the National Book Award in 1976, described her rejection of the revolutionary she once was and the blanket fury that accompanied much of the black power rhetoric of the '60s. In its place was an embrace of churchliness and spirituality, though not without a vivid sensuousness, as though she had found in Christianity the acceptance of her womanhood that the movement denied. "I think sometimes/when i write/God has his hand on me," she wrote in the poem "Living Water"‚ "i am his little black slim ink pen." NYTimes

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I do pray that God will grant us the strength to accept the passage of Carolyn Rodgers into a new life. Jerry

Carolyn Rodgers's warm and generous nature touched me when I met her back in the early 1970's. May her spirit continue to bless us. Jeannette

Oh my, i was just watching her read "Affirmations," what a beautiful, sweet sound, such tremendous gifts!, may peace be upon her and all those who so deeply loved her! Sis Marpessa

Oh no! I am so sorry to hear this! But spirits don't die! Her soul is still here and God willing, will be provided another body to follow on her mission. Nicole 'Iguehi' Oribhabor

Love and lessons can never be lost.. even when lives are. The message and power of her words will guide us future poets through the dark. Our African Sky just got back a star or better yet an angel . . . Ashley Rose

Yes, we remember Carolyn fondly as a great sister and poet of the Chicago Black Arts Movement. She was there when I came through underground from Toronto, Canada as a draft resister. She was an integral part OBAC, along with Haki Madhubuti, Gwen Brooks, Hoyt Fuller and others. We will remember you, Carolyn, peace and love, Marvin X

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Books by Sam Greenlee

The Spook Who Sat By the Door  / Ammunition! Poetry and Other Raps

Baghdad Blues: A Novel  / Blues for an African Princess

"Be-bop man/be-bop woman" 1968-1993: Poetry and other raps

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Blues for Carolyn Rodgers

By Sam Greenlee

 

I sit there listening and you shuffle the papers, clear your throat and the poetry comes out of your well-shaped, thick lips set in your angular, ebony-chiseled black face, the ear rings dangling along side the long black neck, a pulse beating at the base of your black throat and I dig what you’re saying and it is put together very hip and someone says, let’s see how it looks on the page and it looks good, the black typewriting sprinkled across the white page like black, hungry, angry African ants on Tarzan’s white ass with no Jane with no insecticide around.

And then you start talking about it and I think, damn, baby!  Why don’t you write the way you talk, talking that South Side Black street talk with the vowels spread like a woman’s welcoming thighs; the consonants cool; recalling  the hot black dirt of the Mississippi delta and New Orleans shrimp gumbo, corn bread and collard greens; up through Memphis and St. Louis on the A freedom train north to Chicago on the I. C. railroad; sittin’ up front in the Negro car behind the engine to catch the grit and shit in the fried chicken and Cole slaw in a paper sack. Store front churches on South State Street before the Dan Ryan sat dying there like a big sick snake; old Comiskey Park and the Negro League All-Star game and Satchel Paige kicking his long foot high; the Regal, Rhumboogie, Grand Terrace, and the De Lisa and Earl Hines with Bird and Jug and Klook and Billie Eckstine and Sarah at the El Grotto cabaret in the basement of the Pershing Hotel and my mother, Desoree, the headliner!.  A whole South-Side history in the way you talk, so why write that history in prose as stiff as White folks dancing?

Then one night you shuffle the papers and clear your throat and you singin', baby, singin’ in that South Side rhythm I ain’t found no place else and I been around the world!  Singin’, baby, a South Side blues and just so I don’t think it’s a mistake; you sing another one, a store front church gospel song; the Black words leaping off the white page and through you and it has all come together for you, the words and rhythms as Black as your ideas; yes, you singing, baby and don’t never stop!  Baby, what you say!

Monday, August 23, 2010 at 12:06pm

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Sam Greenlee—novelist, poet, screenwriter, journalist, teacher and talk show host—was born 13 July 1930 in Chicago. He attended Chicago public schools. At age fifteen,  Greenlee participated in his first sit-in and walked his first picked line. His social activism continues.  In 1952, Greenlee received his B.S. in political science from the University of Wisconsin and the following year attended law school. He transferred to the University of Chicago to study international relations from 1954 to 1957. In 1957, he began a seven-year career with the U.S. Information Agency as a foreign services officer, serving in Iraq, Bangladesh, Indonesia and Greece, and in 1958 he was awarded the Meritorious Service Award for bravery during the Baghdad revolution.

Greenlee's novel The Spook Who Sat By the Door, was published in 1968. Prize-winning its fictionalization of an urban-based war for African American liberation became an underground favorite. Greenlee co-wrote a screenplay adaptation of the novel, and in 1973 The Spook Who Sat by the Door was released on film. The film was an overnight success when it was released but was unexpectedly taken out of distribution.

Greenlee has written numerous novels, stage plays, screenplays and poems. He moved back to Chicago after several years of voluntary exile in Spain and West Africa and is hosted a radio talk show program. He is presently working on his autobiography.

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Panel on Literary Criticism

26 March 2010

 National Black Writers Conference

Patrick Oliver, Kalamu ya Salaam, Dorothea Smartt, Frank Wilderson discuss the use of literature to promote political causes and instigate change and transformation.  The event is at the Medgar Evers College at the City University of New York. C-Span Archives

Panel on Politics and Satire

26 March 2010

 National Black Writers Conference

Herb Boyd, Thomas Bradshaw, Charles Edison and Major Owens discuss how current events are reflected in the writings of African Americans.  The event is at the Medgar Evers College at the City University of New York. C-Span Archives

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Trouble the Water

Review, Introduction, Table of Contents

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The White Masters of the World

From The World and Africa, 1965

By W. E. B. Du Bois

W. E. B. Du Bois’ Arraignment and Indictment of White Civilization (Fletcher)

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Ancient African Nations

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