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Books by
Langston Hughes
Weary Blues (1926) /
The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes
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The Ways of White Folks (Stories) /
The Big Sea: An Autobiography
A New Song (1938) /
Best of Simple /
I Wonder as I Wander: An Autobiographical Journey /
New Negro Poets U.S.A.
Not Without Laughter /Five Plays by Langston Hughes /
Selected Poems of Langston Hughes
Ask Your Mama: Twelve Moods for Jazz /
Fine Clothes to the Jew /
The Collected Works of Langston Hughes (Poems 1921-1940)
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Langston Hughes
Life and Works Celebrating Black Dignity
By Arthur Edgar E. Smith
Lecture
delivered at Martin Luther King Library on February 26th
as Part of Black History Month Celebrations At American
Embassy
Good
Evening,
Mr.
Chairman, ladies and gentleman I must first of all say
how pleased I am to be here this evening at this renamed
Martin Luther King Library. I dare say this has been
very familiar grounds for me from the 60s when the then
U.S.I.S. Library was at the Junction of Rawdon and
Siaka Stevens streets. It used to be a normal transit
point in my journey from the Prince of Wales School at
Kingtom to my home at Kissy Road in the East of
Freetown. For it afforded me rest in the tedious walk
back home and then it was a pleasant introduction to the
highly readable and markedly illustrated and boldly
printed American texts and magazines from literature,
culture on to science.
But most
rewardingly I would often go back home with copies of
Topic magazines and a programme guide to V.O.A.
whose popular programmes by the inimitable voices of
Yvonne Barclay, Rita Rochelle and our own Ted Roberts
were indispensable part of almost every Freetown
household then. I remember watching lively
documentaries on science and other educational areas at
the auditorium now accommodating Immigration offices.
Later at 6th
form I could remember expanding my knowledge of a
widening area of American culture, jazz, blues, even of
watching them live. But the most rewarding of those
finds were the anthologies of black writings of Langston
Hughes which introduced me to a vast world of black
protest writings from Africa, the West Indies, and
America. This widening of my knowledge went on to a
broader interest.
This brings
also an opportunity for my students to see American
literature in more extensive and far-reaching
perspective related to their lives and existence and its
enriching potentials. It is indeed instructive to see
how literature inspired those Pilgrim Fathers to
transform a vast wilderness to the cultural, economic
and political nerve centre of the world. Its literature
which started from a mere imitation of European
literature has flourished into a distinct and vibrant
entity which has produced highly eclectic genres and has
fed a rich film industry and other cultural events.
The topic
for my talk this evening is ‘Langston Hughes: Life and
Works Celebrating Black Dignity.’
Why the
choice of Langston Hughes?
Firstly it
is Black History Month when we commemorate the struggle
of black consciousness leaders such as Martin Luther
King to restore the rights of the black citizenry thus
fulfilling the ethos of the American dream. Langston
Hughes stands as a literary and cultural translation of
the political resistance and campaign of King. Hughes
has an overriding sense of a social and cultural purpose
which is tied to his sense of the past, the present and
the future of black America. Thus, a closer
acquaintance with Hughes’ life and works could be most
instructive for us here who have so much to learn from
that very past to inspire us to move forward and to
inform and guide our steps as we move away from the
mistakes of the past and present, to create a great
future for ourselves and for generations yet to come.
Secondly,
Hughes seems to have spanned the genres: poetry, drama,
novel and criticism leaving an indelible stamp on each.
At 21 years of age he had published in all four (4)
areas. For he always considered himself an artist in
words who would venture into every single area of
literary creativity, because there were readers for whom
a story meant more than a poem or a song lyric meant
more than a story and Hughes wanted to reach that
individual and his kind. But first and foremost, he
considered himself a poet.
He wanted
to be a poet who could address himself to the concerns
of his people in poems that could be read with no formal
training or extensive literary background. In spite of
this Hughes wrote and staged dozens of short stories,
about a dozen books for children, a history of the
National Association for the Advancement of Coloured
Peoples (NAACP), two volumes of autobiography, opera
libretti, song lyrics and the list goes on. Hughes was
driven by a sheer confidence in his versatility and in
the power of his craft.
Finally the
choice of Hughes is most significant for us here because
he is closest to our heart. His commitment to Africa
was real and was concretized in both words and deeds.
The fact of his Negro-ness (though light-complexioned)
has aroused in him a desire to challenge those from the
other side of the colour line that reject it:
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My old man’s a white old
man
And my old mother’s black
My old ma died in a fine
big house
My ma died in a shack
I wonder where I’m gonna
die
Being neither white
nor black? |
His search
for his roots was given impetus when in 1923 Hughes met
and heard Marcus Garvey exhort Negroes to go back to
Africa to escape the wrath of the white man. Hughes
then became one of the poets who thought they felt the
beating of the jungle tom-toms in the Negroes’ pulse.
Their verse took on a nostalgic mood, and some even
imagined that they were infusing the rhythms of African
dancing and music into their verse like we could sense
in the reading of this poem: ‘Danse Africaine’:
| The low beating of
the tom toms,
The slow beating of the
tom toms,
Low …slow
Slow …low –
Stirs your blood.
Dance!
A night-veiled girl
Whirls softly into a
Circle of light.
Whirls softly …slowly,
Like a wisp of smoke
around the fire-
And the tom-toms beat,
And the tom-toms beat,
And the low beating of
the tom-toms
Stirs your blood. |
The 1920s were largely recognized as a decade of
extraordinary creativity in the arts for black
Americans. Much of that creativity was focused on the
activities of African Americans living in New York City,
particularly in the district of Harlem. This was an
especially brilliant moment in the history of blacks in
America. There was an unprecedented variety and scope
in the outpourings of publications by African
Americans. This was a moment of a renaissance, as such
moments of unusually fertile cultural activity are often
called. In poetry, fiction, drama and the essay as well
as in music, dance, painting, and sculpture African
Americans worked with a sense of achievement never
before experienced by so many black artists in the long
troubled history of the peoples of African descent in
North America.
Expressed in various ways, the creativity of black
Americans undoubtedly came from a common source. This
source was the irresistible impulse of blacks to create
boldly expressive art of a high quality as a primary
response to their social conditions, as an affirmation
of their dignity and humanity in the face of poverty and
racism. At that same time African and Caribbean
students in Paris and progressive young intellectuals
and artists in the West Indies were reading the works of
black Americans as well as their own thinkers and
creators and were taking the first tentative steps
toward in one instance, the Negritude movement and in
another the flowering of literature in the British West
Indies, perhaps best exemplified later in the century by
the poetry and plays of Derek Walcott. Negritude was a
movement mainly among French speaking black writers that
emphasized a distinctly African aesthetic. It included
as its adherents Senegalese poet and President Leopold
Sedar Senghor, Congolese poet Tchicaya U’Tamsi, Leon
Damas, and Aime Cesaire.
Harlem was
nevertheless crucial to the movement in the United
States. The history of book publication as well as play
productions signals the breaking of new grounds. When
Harper and Brothers brought out Countee Cullen’s first
book of verse
Color
in 1925 in New York City it was the first book of poetry
by an African American to be published by a major
American publisher. At the turn of the century Dodd,
Mead had offered Paul Laurence Dunbar’s books. In 1922
Harcourt Brace had published the Jamaican born poet
Claude McKay’s Harlem Shadows. Jean Toomer’s
Cane was apparently the first book of fiction by
an African American of African descent to appear from a
New York publisher since Doubleday in 1905. This was
indeed the beginnings of a new day for the black
American writer.
The sounds
of Black speech were brought into more complex literary
forms. The Negro intellectual was now in the forefront
championing the cause of his oppressed race. Foremost
among them is Langston Hughes (1902 – 67) who voices his
ethnic passion in countless works. More than anyone
else he articulates his concept of American Negritude,
helping new writers carrying their cause both at home
and abroad and editing such pioneering Pan-Africanist
anthologies, such as
Poems from Black Africa.
Born in
Joplin, Missouri, Hughes grew up in Lawrence, Kansas,
and Lincoln, Illinois, before going to high school in
Cleveland, Ohio. In all these places, he was part of a
small community of blacks to whom he was nevertheless
profoundly attached from early in his life. Though
descending from a distinguished family his infancy was
disrupted by the separation of his parents not long
after his birth. His father then emigrated to Mexico
where he hoped to gain the success that had eluded him
in America. The colour of his skin, he hoped, would be
less of a consideration in determining his future in
Mexico. There, he broke new ground. He gained success
in business and lived the rest of his life there as a
prosperous attorney and landowner. In contrast, Hughes’
mother lived the transitory life common for black
mothers often leaving her son in the care of her mother
while searching for a job. Hughes lived successively
with family friends, then various relatives in Kansas
and later joined his mother even though she was now with
his new stepfather in Cleveland, Ohio.
At Central
High School Hughes excelled academically and in sports.
He wrote poetry and short fiction for the school’s
literary magazine and edited the school year book. He
returned to Mexico where he taught English briefly and
wrote poems and prose pieces for publication in the
Crisis the magazine of the NAACP. He became
disillusioned with his father’s materialistic values and
contemptuous belief that blacks, Mexicans, and Indians
were lazy and ignorant.
Aided by
his father, he arrived in New York in 1921 ostensibly to
attend Columbia University but really it was to see
Harlem. One of his greatest poems, "The Negro Speaks of
Rivers" has just been published in Crisis. His
talent was immediately spotted though he only lasted one
year at Columbia where he did well but never felt
comfortable. On campus, he was subjected to bigotry.
He was assigned the worst dormitory room because of his
colour. Classes in English literature were all he could
endure. Instead of attending classes which he found
boring he would frequent shows, lectures, and readings
sponsored by the American Socialist Society. It was
then that he was first introduced to the laughter and
pain, hunger and heartache of blues music. It was the
night life and culture that lured him out of college.
Those sweet sad blues songs captured for him the intense
pain and yearning that he saw around him, and that he
incorporated into such poems as "The Weary Blues."
To keep himself going as a poet and support his mother,
Hughes served in turn as a delivery boy for a florist; a
vegetable farmer and a mess boy on a ship up the Hudson
River. As part of a merchant steamer crew he sailed to
Africa. He then travelled the same way to Europe, where
he jumped ship in Paris only to spend several months
working in a night-club kitchen and then wandering off
to Italy.
By 1924 his poetry which he had all along been working
on showed the powerful influence of the blues and jazz.
His poem
"The Weary
Blues,"
which best exemplifies this influence helped launch his
career when it won first prize in the poetry section of
the 1925 literary contest of Opportunity magazine
and also won another literary prize in Crisis.
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Weary Blues
Droning a drowsy
syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to
a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the
other night
By the pale dull pallor
of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway . .
.
He did a lazy sway . .
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To the tune o’ those
Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on
each ivory key
He made that poor piano
moan with melody.
O Blues1
In a deep song voice with
a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing,
that old piano moan—
“Ain’t got nobody in all
this world,
Ain’t got nobody but ma
self.
I’s gwine to quit ma
frowning’
And put ma troubles on
the shelf.”
Thump, thump, thump, went
his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords
then he sang some more—
“I got the Weary Blues
And I can’t be satisfied.
I ain’t happy no mo’
And I wish that I had
died.”
And far into the night he
crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so
did the moon.
The singer stopped
playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues
echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock
or a man that’s dead. |
This
landmark poem, the first of any poet to make use of that
basic blues form is part of a volume of that same
title. Its entire collection reflects the frenzied
atmosphere of Harlem nightlife. Most of its selections
just as is the case with "The Weary Blues" approximate
the phrasing and meter of blues music, a genre
popularized in the early 1920s by rural and urban
blacks. In it and such other pieces as "Jazzonia"
Hughes evoked the frenzied hedonistic and glittering
atmosphere of Harlem’s famous night-clubs.
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Jazzonia
Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the
soul!
In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers
play.
A dancing girl whose eyes
are bold
Lifts high a dress of
silken gold.
O, singing tree!
O, shining rivers of the
soul!
Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?
Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the
soul!
In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed
jazzers play. |
This
collection still had room for poetry of social
commentary such as “Mother to Son” which shows how
hardened the blacks have to be to face the hurdles that
are reserved in abundance for them.
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Mother to Son
“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[1]
been a’climbin’ on,
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 find it’s
kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now-
For I “see still goin’,
honey,
I’ se still climbin’
And life for me ain’t
been no crystal stair.” |
Also included here were his much anthologized “The Negro
Speaks of Rivers”.
Hughes’
earliest influences as a mature poet came interestingly
from white poets. We have Walt Whitman the man who
through his artistic violations of old conventions of
poetry opened the boundaries of poetry to new forms like
free verse. There is also the highly populist white
German Émigré Carl Sandburg. But Claude McKay, a black
from Jamaica, stood for him as the embodiment of the
cosmopolitan and yet racially confident and committed
black poet Hughes hoped to be. He was also indebted to
older black literary figures such as W.E.B. Du Bois and
James Weldon Johnson who admired his work and aided
him. W.E.B. Du Bois’ collection of Pan-Africanist
essays Souls of Black Folks has markedly
influenced many black writers like Hughes, Richard
Wright, and James Baldwin.
Such colour-affirmative images and sentiments as that in
“people”:
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people
And in ‘Dream Variations:
Night coming tenderly,
Black like me.
endeared his work to a wide range of African Americans,
for whom he delighted in writing,. The whole poem
‘Dream Variations”s frolicking moment is inviting enough
to savour:
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Dream
Variations
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is
done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on
gently,
Dark like me—
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is
done.
Rest at pale evening . .
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A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me. |
Hughes had
always shown his determination to experiment as a poet
and not slavishly follow the tyranny of tight stanzaic
forms and exact rhyme. He seemed, like Watt Whitman and
Carl Sandburg, to prefer to write verse which captured
the realities of American speech rather than “poetic
diction”, and with his ear especially attuned to the
varieties of black American speech.
“Weary
Blues” combines these various elements the common speech
of ordinary people, jazz and blues music and the
traditional forms of poetry adapted to the African
American and American subjects. In his adaptation of
traditional poetic forms first to jazz then to blues
sometimes using dialect but in a way radically different
from earlier writers, Hughes was well served by his
early experimentation with a loose form of rhyme that
frequently gave way to an inventively rhythmic free
verse:
Ma an ma baby
Got two mo’ ways,
Two mo’ ways to do de buck!
Even more
radical experimentation with the blues form led to his
next collection,
Fine Clothes to the Jew.
Perhaps his finest single book of verse, including
several ballads,
Fine Clothes
was also his least favourably welcomed.
Several
reviewers in black newspapers and magazines were
distressed by Hughes’ fearless and, ‘tasteless’
evocation of elements of lower-class black culture,
including its sometimes raw eroticism, never before
treated in serious poetry.
Hughes
expressing his determination to write about such people
and to experiment with blues and jazz wrote in his essay
“The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain.”
‘We younger artists . . . intend to express
our individual dark-skinned selves
Without fear or shame. If white people
are pleased we are glad. If they
Are not, it doesn’t matter. We know we
are beautiful, And ugly too.’
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This is the first part. If interested in
the whole work write to the author at
arthureesmith@yahoo.com
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