Kalamu Interview2

Books by Kalamu ya Salaam

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Interview with Award Winning Neo-Griot

Kalamu ya Salaam

Changes in Literary Style & Mainstream Publishing

Rudy: From your poems "Iron Flowers" (1979) to "The Call of the Wild" (1998) or your present efforts has your own poetic technique or approach changed?

Kalamu: Not much at all. In fact, over the last decade I have been focusing on fiction and over the last three or so years focusing on video. I have not produced much (for me) poetry. Of course, I keep developing incrementally but there have been no major stylistic developments. In fact except for the formal forms of haiku and my investigation of 14-line, emotionally-led poems (variations of sonnets), everything I am now doing I was already doing with my first book.

The blues, jazz, narrative and political poems were established as my direction by 1969 with "The Blues Merchant." I have great facility with poetry but writing poetry is not my main focus. In fact, because I have done so much journalism and critical writing, poetry has never been the main or sole focus of my work, and as a result, my attention to poetry ebbs and flows.

Rudy: When did you begin these formal experiments? I know that as early as 1985 you were writing haikus. You gave me one of them to publish in Cricket, my short-lived poetry journal. It was "Haiku No. 30."

Haiku No. 30

Swabbed in sweat drenched bliss

we answer gregg’s cornet with

butt shaking footnotes

As I recall, you set as your task to write one hundred haikus and publish those as a book of poems. What became of that project? You have continued to work with the form.

Kalamu: Oh, I started this particular wave of haiku writing around 1985. Investigating haiku was a byproduct of me trying to come to grips, emotionally, with me leaving my marriage and the subsequent divorce. I have written about myself as a poet, a poetic autobiography of sorts, that was published by Gale Research as part of their ongoing writer’s autobiography series. They asked for a longish essay up to 10,000 words. I gave them a small book of about 47 thousand words. They published the whole thing Art for Life: My Story, My Song. A lot of information is in there.

After the poetry-autobiography--I call it "poetry-autobiography" because it only talks about my work as a poet and does not go into any of my other writing or any of the other activities I have been involved in over the years. After that came out, I went on to write a short essay about my approach to the haiku. Based on the haiku section of the autobiography, that essay [On Writing Haiku] has been published a number of times including in Warpland, the literary journal out of Chicago State University, associated with the Gwendolyn Brooks Writers Conference.

As for the haiku project, I completed the manuscript. Have written over 200 haiku. Just never tried to get it published and was not that interested in publishing it myself. Two aspects about me and publishing that are relevant here.

First, I have never strongly desired to publish with an establishment press. The lack of a book by a mainstream press is one reason my work is not more widely known. I never wanted whatever success or relevance I achieve to be based in whole or even significantly on my association with the mainstream. That means I will most likely be on the periphery of publishing and popularity for the rest of my life.

At the same time, I don’t want to give the impression that I would not publish a book with a Random House or whomever, because if the conditions were right, I certainly would. It’s just that I am not too inclined to try and make it happen. I won’t put any significant energy into pursuing mainstream publication.

Let me tell you two little stories that illustrate my point. The first is from 1967. I was still in the army, stationed at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas. I sent a manuscript of short stories, my first short story collection, to three companies. I believe it was Knopf, Dial, and William & Morrow because that’s who published Langston Hughes, James Baldwin, and LeRoi Jones. Charles Harris, an editor at Morrow whom I got to know some years later, sent me a letter in response to my submission. He said that they would be interested in the stories if I would add a couple of stories to fill out the time line.

The collection was basically linked short stories about a young man dealing with social pressures and trying to decide what he wanted to do for a living and whether to marry his girl friend and start raising a family. Most of the stories take place in roughly the same time period except for the last story which jumps about 40 years and takes place at the man’s funeral. Harris was asking for a couple of stories to bridge those years. At the time I thought he wanted me to do something I didn’t want to do. I thought he wanted me to write some other kinds of stories. I never even responded to Harris’ letter. After I got out the army, I joined the Free Southern Theatre [FST] and turned away from fiction.

Before FST, I was writing fiction and poetry. After FST, I wrote mostly drama, poetry and journalism. The journalism happened because I was a founding member of The Black Collegian Magazine in 1970. But my point is, I was too ignorant and too maladjusted to take advantage of a major publishing opportunity. I don’t want to give the impression that the reason I don’t have a book with a mainstream press is solely because of some kind of ideological purity.

At different times, I have worked with literary agents or submitted material, but for various reasons it did not work out. I can get individual pieces published almost anywhere because I know how to write well and I have something to say, but when you consider a collection of my writings, well, inevitably I offend the powers that be. And being on the outside does not bother me because, as I have written elsewhere, only a Negro wannabe is worried about offending our oppressors and exploiters, worried about whether the people who maintain the mainstream will accept our work.

On the one hand, there is an essential opposition to the status quo, but at the same time, I know there is also some social maladjustment on my part. I can be difficult, very difficult to deal with. A lot of it has to do with my personality, my likes and dislikes, my understandings and ignorances. I just don’t like the mainstream. Period.

In fact, beyond my political disagreements, there are stylistic things I do which I know offend certain sensibilities. Although I try not to offend gratuitously, at the same time I know myself and I know my various audiences. I know some people react negatively to certain words, phrases, images, ideas; well, if those people are mainstream people, sometimes I use words and ideas that are offensive to them as a way of making my opposition clear. Plus, there is this New Orleans thing, where we will do some weird shit just to clear the air, to send the squares home so we can go on and get down.

The second story is recent. About a year ago, the director of a major university press contacted me and asked me to submit some material. I still haven’t sent them anything. Mind you, I have all kinds of manuscripts sitting around. A travel book, at least three collections of short stories, all kinds of poetry manuscripts, a science fiction novel that is half finished (it probably won’t ever be finished because I am not that interested in the novel as a form), two photo and essay books that use the work of New Orleans photographers, so forth and so on. But, you know, it’s just not part of my nature to give the white establishment anything but my undying contempt.

I know that not every individual who works in the establishment represents the establishment views, and I know that much of my work could find a home there if I really worked at submitting it, but, fuck it, that’s not what I am really interested in doing.

Other than my avoidance of publishing with the status quo, there is a second factor, namely the lack of major Black publishers in general and for poetry and fiction in particular. One reason there are so many self-published poets and fiction writers is because there are so few, literally only a handful, of Black publishers who deal with poetry and fiction.

Bear with me—I know this all seems a long way away from responding to the question of haiku, but I don’t think we can achieve a deep understanding of anything until we understand the context. Because we as African Americans were stripped of much of the material representations of African culture, most significantly of all, stripped of African languages—and you do know that language is both worldview and self-concept—because we were forced to use non-African forms and modalities of self expression, in order for us to maintain some sense of our own humanity we had to not only alter the content of what we put into the foreign forms that we were forced to use, we had to also alter the forms themselves so that those forms could fully represent us.

In America, our humanity has always been one of opposition to the status quo as long as the status quo was based on exploiting and oppressing us. That remains the case, it is just that the form of subjugation is no longer predominately racial in tone. Today our subjugation is environmental, gender-based, and economic in it’s major manifestations. By environmental I mean what most people mean but I also mean something more. We live in areas of environmental neglect and toxicity.

Additionally, from the standpoint of the social environment, whether you talk about education or health, access to transportation or recreation, we are at the bottom of most indexes. This is the basis of what I call an oppositional mentality. We are opposed to the conditions under which we are forced to live.

Here is the leap in my thinking: I believe this oppositional mentality also functions in the area of the arts and manifests itself in our always coming up, not only with new and interesting things to say, but also coming up with new ways to use existing forms and technology. We are innovators precisely because it is only through innovation that we can fully express ourselves and only through innovation can we mitigate, if not outright obliterate, our contemporary second class status and the debilitating legacies of our historic enslavement.

I don’t think most artists think of this consciously, but I think almost all of the Black artists we revere have de facto altered the cultural landscape, created new forms, and offered fresh insights. I never was interested in writing haiku like the masters of the form. What I was interested in was mastering the form so that I could use the form to say what I wanted to say in the way I wanted to say it. Finally, I have not continued to explore haiku. Occasionally, I will write a haiku, but it is not something that I am committed to working on in general. I’ve been there and done that. I can still do it, if I want to, but right now I want to do other things.

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