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Monday, September 30, 2019
Re-learning H. Rap Brown
Saturday, September 28, 2019
O'Town Passions will perform at the VIP reception for Dr Cornel West and Marvin X
The O'Town Passions will perform at the VIP reception for Dr Cornel West and Marvin X at the Co-op Center Credit Union, 5PM, Saturday, December 7. Tickets are $100.00 and limited to the first 50 people. Tickets on Eventbrite or call 510-575-7148. Address is 2001 Ashby AV Berkeley CA
Friday, September 27, 2019
The Irony of history
Marvin X
PThe irony of history: in 1970 I was deported from British Honduras for entering illegally, though the real reason was associating with the BH Black power movement radicals, Evan X Hyde, Ishmael Shabazz, et al., who were on trial for sedition. And further, I reported on the trial for Muhammad Speaks Newspaper (Publisher Herbert Muhammad issued me a press badge while I resided in Mexico City as a political refugee who refused to fight in Vietnam for American imperialism). The final straw was when the natives begged me to teach them black power in the village where my pregnant wife and I settled on Gales Point, an island five hours up river from Belize City. After a few weeks, a drunk man came by our hut singing, "Boy, dey comin' ta git ya in da mornin'! You been down here teachin' day black power an' dey comin'ta git ya in da mournin!" My wife and I laughed and wished the drunk man would get away from our door." But the next day when I boarded the boat for the five hour ride through the jungle, I was under arrest, or shall I say I was under surveillance by the undercover officer on board with the 22 rifle. I wasn't arrested until I arrived at my friend's house. They weren't home but the door was open so I went inside and chilled until I heard my name called to come outside. At first I hesitated, grabbed a rifle, but decided not to have a black panther style shootout.
I was taken to the Ministry of Home Affairs and the Minister read my deportation order, "...,My presence was not beneficial to the welfare of the British Colony of Honduras, therefore I will be deported to Miami on the 4PM plane
After the Minister of Home Affairs read my deportation order, I was taken to the police station and told to sit down in the lobby. I was not handcuffed or put in a cell. Oh, irony of ironies, soon I was surrounded inside a circle of black police.
I had no idea what was going on. When the circle was full, one officer said, "Brother, teach us about black power!" I was blown away, I couldn't believe I heard what I heard. I was in a dream state. For a moment I was speechless, then I said, "Brothers, Marcus Garvey came here in 1923 and told you to get the Queen of England off your walls. It's 1970 and you still got that white bitch on your walls. Get that bitch off your walls!" The police cracked up, then pointed out to me the Uncle Tom police who came into the station but didn't join the circle. "Broder, he's black mon wit white heart, black mon white heart! We don't understand why they sending you back, you teaching us black power. White hippies come down here and smoke dope but they don't send them back!"
Continued
Marvin X
Photo Doug Harris
I was taken to the Ministry of Home Affairs and the Minister read my deportation order, "...,My presence was not beneficial to the welfare of the British Colony of Honduras, therefore I will be deported to Miami on the 4PM plane
After the Minister of Home Affairs read my deportation order, I was taken to the police station and told to sit down in the lobby. I was not handcuffed or put in a cell. Oh, irony of ironies, soon I was surrounded inside a circle of black police.
I had no idea what was going on. When the circle was full, one officer said, "Brother, teach us about black power!" I was blown away, I couldn't believe I heard what I heard. I was in a dream state. For a moment I was speechless, then I said, "Brothers, Marcus Garvey came here in 1923 and told you to get the Queen of England off your walls. It's 1970 and you still got that white bitch on your walls. Get that bitch off your walls!" The police cracked up, then pointed out to me the Uncle Tom police who came into the station but didn't join the circle. "Broder, he's black mon wit white heart, black mon white heart! We don't understand why they sending you back, you teaching us black power. White hippies come down here and smoke dope but they don't send them back!"
Continued
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Manhood training#1 and #2
Marvin X in St Louis at book fair of Akhbar Muhammad, International Representative of the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
Amiri Baraka and Marvin X, founders of the National Black Arts Movement. They enjoyed 47 years of friendship.
Note#2 For OGs Only
The most depressing bitch is a bitch you freaked with when she was young, sucked fucked licked sticked from hole to hole, sucked dick, ate pussy licked asshole, everything. Now this bitch done got old and turned into Mother Theresa, Holy Ghost bitch, talking about she married to Jesus! You can't even comprehend this bitch because when you look at her all you think about is how freaky she was in her young days. She Holy Ghost now, useless, worthless Holy Ghost bitch married to Jesus! Ain't nothing a old bitch can do but hook you up with a young bitch. If old bitch give up pussy she can't compete with young bitch. Old bitch say I ain't no monkey. I'm tired. Young bitch say I don't get tired and she don't. Young bitch told me she ain't fucking with me cause I can't keep up. She didn't know what another young bitch said, "I thought you was an old man!" Young bitch didn't know I went to Chinatown and got me a box of Ginseng and wore her young ass out!
#1 A bibliotherapeutic manual for manhood training in the MeToo EraThe Lower Bottom Thoughts of an OG at 75 years old
Background music: Hammond B-31. Don't take the pussy, never, ever. It might not be worth it. My buddy, and you know who, was a rapist but after 18 years in prison, he concluded nine out of ten women were an insult to a dick.I agree, it's hard to find a beast, but when you connect with a beast you are in nigga heaven. The beast will shut your mouth. Or you will only be able to mutter yes yes yes yes yes, you the beast bitch! You the beast. And she will say proudly, "Yeah nigga, I'm the beast you been looking for!" And you will bless the beast until she will refuse your blessings. She will say,"You don't have to do that. I'm cool!" But you will say, "No bitch, you the beast. I gotta bless you. You got zest like Zest soap! Take this extra money, you went beyond the call of duty bitch, you a bad beast. I like your attitude. I'm giving you a blessing for attitude!" Thanks Daddy, see you next time around! Yeah I didn't want the beast to go. But life ain't nothing but a moment, don't nothing last forever! Fillmore Slim say don't no hoe stay forever, but if you don't treat the hoe too bad she might come back. But ain't no hoe staying forever except yo bottom bitch, a loyal true trooper. If she a real woman, she ain't going nowhere. Punk bitches come and go.But let's go back to the nine out of ten bitches. Them nine is punk bitches, ain't got no beast blood. Don't matter, young or old. I was kicking it with a young bitch and she ain't giving me no rhythm. I thinking what the fuck wrong with this young bitch. Finally she told me, "I forgot to tell you I'm lousy in bed." Naw, bitch, you dead in bed!But the most important lesson for a young and old nigga to know is that you don't own the pussy, no matter how much you pay on your pussy bill. It's her pussy 24/7. When baby walk, her pussy walk with her.You may have payed your pussy bill for thirty years, still it's her progrogative to walk away with her pussy. So what you standing there with your dick in your hand and your heart racing. Baby gone. A young man read my discourse on the Mythology of Pussy and Dick and thanked me. He said, Now I can go live my life. I understand that I don't own something I thought I owned.--Marvin X10/10/19
Comment on Cat Brooks interview with Marvin X
Comment on Cat Brooks' interview with Marvin X
My introduction to you. Unfortunately, I had to shush my gf (which I hate doing) as you were reading your poem. Wow, where have I been to never have heard of you?
Amazing shit man. Actually, I would never actually say “Amazing shit man,” but I’ve gotten into the spirit of things.
What struck me was how far in advance our dispossession is being planned - FIFTY FUCKIN’ YEARS OUT (I would say that).
I know about this; I grew up for the first six years of my life of my life at 1415 Castro Street. I can remember the doors and the stoop and the stairs and the rugs and the tar on the roof - o’ I went to SFSU too about ten years later (I’m listening to you as I write).
I would like to donate some $$$ to help you republish - ALSO, does Oakland actually NEED that connector that destroyed my childhood home and basically is a suburban people mover from the East Bay (and beyond) to San Francisco? MAYBEEE it should be EMBARCADEROED - torn down piece by piece and replaced with a great deal of AFFORDABLE (Car free?) housing on each side if a green way with walking AND bicycle paths, water features, flower beds and community gardens, aka -
My Great Dream! :)
I was born at Oak Knoll Naval Hospital and I used to work at Children’s Fairyland and set up the bandstand at the lake for the (Sunday?) concerts.
Blah, blah, blah... Thank you so much for your purity of voice, penetrating vision and and mastery if cadence/rhythm.
Okay, I have a dumpster here and an old tractor to put together. I love you, man -truly!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you,
maximo hudson
[Being an economic Bay Area refugee in Erie, Co. PA by way of Seattle and Minneapolis.]
My introduction to you. Unfortunately, I had to shush my gf (which I hate doing) as you were reading your poem. Wow, where have I been to never have heard of you?
Amazing shit man. Actually, I would never actually say “Amazing shit man,” but I’ve gotten into the spirit of things.
What struck me was how far in advance our dispossession is being planned - FIFTY FUCKIN’ YEARS OUT (I would say that).
I know about this; I grew up for the first six years of my life of my life at 1415 Castro Street. I can remember the doors and the stoop and the stairs and the rugs and the tar on the roof - o’ I went to SFSU too about ten years later (I’m listening to you as I write).
I would like to donate some $$$ to help you republish - ALSO, does Oakland actually NEED that connector that destroyed my childhood home and basically is a suburban people mover from the East Bay (and beyond) to San Francisco? MAYBEEE it should be EMBARCADEROED - torn down piece by piece and replaced with a great deal of AFFORDABLE (Car free?) housing on each side if a green way with walking AND bicycle paths, water features, flower beds and community gardens, aka -
My Great Dream! :)
I was born at Oak Knoll Naval Hospital and I used to work at Children’s Fairyland and set up the bandstand at the lake for the (Sunday?) concerts.
Blah, blah, blah... Thank you so much for your purity of voice, penetrating vision and and mastery if cadence/rhythm.
Okay, I have a dumpster here and an old tractor to put together. I love you, man -truly!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you,
maximo hudson
[Being an economic Bay Area refugee in Erie, Co. PA by way of Seattle and Minneapolis.]
Thanks for your kind words. Any donation can be sent to my GoFundMe account or Eventbrite has Early Bird tickets for Dr Cornel West and Marvin X in Conversation at St Paul's Church Berkeley CA December 7 at 6pm.
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Marvin X reviews Iya Iya’s House of Burning Souls
Lower Bottom Playaz production of three one-woman plays
by North American African Women
Glory by Ayodele Nzinga
Too Much Woman for this World by Kharyshi Wigintons
Tasha by Cat Brooks
Produced and Directed by Dr. Ayodele Nzinga
Flight Deck Theatre
1540 Broadway
Oakland CA
9/6/19
Photos Adam Turner
Photos Adam Turner
When Iya Iya’s House of Burning Souls opened with Ayodele’s Glory, I immediately sensed something was amiss in the production order, simply because I know well the dramatic power of my star student from the beginning of our artistic relationship that began when she enrolled in my Theatre class at Laney College, 1981.
Just the other day, a competitor of Serena Williams referred to her as a “fucking beast” in the most positive sense of the word. Similarly, Ayodele Nzinga fits the beast mode with her awesome dramatic skills as playwright, actor, director and producer. She is indeed the Grand Diva of Bay Area Theatre, black and white. So as the lights came up, I was puzzled that the show would open with Glory. And it wasn’t because I’d reviewed her performance of Glory at Thomas Simpson’s Afro-Solo Theatre and knew the script, and had made my suggestions to her after the Afro-Solo show.
Yes, my beloved student is a “fucking beast” that easily overwhelms any audience with her dramatic acumen. As I departed the theatre (also in attendance was our national treasure and sponsor of the production, Alice Walker), I told Ayo what I said above. “Ayo, you gotta change the arrangement.” She said why? “Because no one can follow you!” She was politely and humbly dumbfounded!
But after viewing the three plays, I say again the evening should have ended with Glory, not only because of her skills as actor and playwright, but her superior understanding of what Dr. Cheikh Anta Diop (Cultural Unity of Africa) called the tragic-comic African or Southern Cradle dramatic tradition as opposed to the European or Northern Cradle tradition of tragedy as dominant theme. The African them is based on nature, e.g., the annual ebb and flow of the Hapi or Nile River, the death and rebirth of crops, allowing optimism to reign supreme. Even death is followed by the joy of Resurrection, alas, even Shakespeare's tragedies are overwhelmed by the European adoption of the Southern Cradle myth of Resurrection.
As Ayo weaved her mythological narrative of grandmother, mother and self, she made reference to Kemetic or Nile Valley culture, Congo and West African culture before her tale takes us through the door of no return, the graveyard in the Atlantic Ocean, echoing Amiri Baraka:
In the Atlantic Ocean
is a railroad of human bones….
The king sold the farmer to the ghost….
Her family arrives in the wilderness of North America to begin their sojourn of sorrow and dread, impossible dreams that must be dreamed by grandmother, discarded by mother but revived by daughter.
It is the ending of her inter-generational drama that put her in the “beast mode” and secured her in the Diopian African tradition of tragi-comedy or all’s well that ends well, to borrow from the Northern Cradle Shakespearean tradition, although, again, tragedy is the dominant theme in this dramatic literature, i.e., murder, lust for power that extends into the now with the European/American pervasive white supremacy and the concomitant full blown denial! FYI, if the Northern Cradle folks would come out of De Nile (the true name of De Nile River is Hapi) they would arrive at Hapi!
After weaving her autobiographical narrative through generations of women, she ends on the positive, as the original kemetic drama of resurrection passes through crucifixion to resurrection, ending with ascension (the prototypical Osirian Drama of Resurrection, stolen or adopted by the Christians and sixteen other nations with crucified saviors before Christ).
Too Much Woman For This World by Kharyshi Wiginton examined the North American African woman’s body in voice, space, place and time. She gave us a dynamic deconstruction of the North American African woman’s body, especially the fluffy woman, although she never used this term that is en vogue with the Hip Hop generation. Her exploration of her over-sized body was a very necessary psycho-sociological deconstruction of what “fluffy girls” go through trying to adapt to the skinny girl ideal that often leads to physical, mental and sexual anorexia. What man wants a fat woman, her uncle chided her? Who will marry her? Yet she persists in her body love. Her choreography to Coltrane and Miles Davis was outstanding and dispelled any notion in our minds that only skinny girls can dance. Her gracious moves would make any man desire her, and as I have been informed by Hip Hop young men, they want a “fluffy girl”, not for her dance moves, although Kharyshi was sexually inviting with her choreography, but young men desire “fluffy girls” because they know they will be well, none of that skinny girl vegan shit! LoL
But Karyshi’s issues are problematic to the extreme. No matter her addiction to food and the consequences thereof, she has family members with a myriad addictions, drugs, alcohol and other toxic substances, not to mention the most cunning and vile addiction to white supremacy!
She decides to love herself, her body, no matter the size, thus ends her narrative. With my fat ass, I was totally in harmony with her love of body. More than one of my ex-partners will tell you that they discovered Marvin X was not ashamed to parade around the house in the nude, despite his fat black ass!
Cat Brook’s Tasha ended the evening. Cat is a consummate actress, plus activist. Her dramatization of the real life story of Natasha was riveting and horrifying, ending with a Black Panther Party style shootout in the Oakland tradition, but did not approach Ayodele’s Diopian tragi-comedy in the African or Southern Cradle tradition. After all, the Black Panther were valiant in their armed self defense of community, but were tragically doomed from the start as they were no match against the awesome power of the US military.
Tasha suffered schizophrenia and Cat gave us a most wonderful
Tasha suffered schizophrenia and Cat gave us a most wonderful
psycho-drama of Tasha’s ultimate destruction by the state police. We were warned before the performance of Tasha that it might be overwhelming for those in the audience who’ve suffered the lost of loved ones by the police. The mixed media and Cat’s dramatic performance was indeed overwhelming in delineating state violence and the hapless condition of the mentally ill.
I sincerely appreciate Cat for giving us a deeper understanding of murder under the color of law, especially when the victim suffers mental disabilities.
Cat’s script was as profound as her performance, yet, I must repeat that Ayo’s Glory gave us the best hope and strength to finish this freedom ritual of North American Africans. Yes, Ayo and a character in Tasha used a rife to settle matters, but a spiritual problem will not be solved by a physical solution.
Ayo’s Glory presented the solution that lies in the deep structure of North American African mythology, beyond guns, body size, but deep down in the myth-ritual of North American African culture and consciousness shall arise the final solution. It's been 400 years, count on another 200 to extricate us from the ravages of white supremacy.
--Marvin X
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Dedicated to the Special Virgos in my life
Sherley
Hurriyah
Marsha
Pamela, et al.
Most beautiful women in world
Smart earthy
rather work than make love
Critical sexual asexual
gotta take the pussy or have a long conversation before they give it up
explain why you need it
Why they gotta stop working
to give you some pussy
Ignore them
Here they come
Pussy in the night
I came to your room to give you some pussy but you were sleep
Why you didn't wake me up bitch
You know I wanted your good pussy
Juices sweeter than wine
Let me drink all of you
Let Nigara falls consume me
I am drunk with juice of your womb
Ignore her
Here she come again in room
You on computer writing poetry
She say Do you mind if I
Masturbate while you write?
Never finished poem
stuck on pearl tongue
Virgo woman gets what she wants when she wants it!
Better ax sombdy
They say in big H, Houston Texas
better ax sombdy
Virgo woman take you from your woman
In your woman's face
Bold aggressive arrogant Virgos
Love their spirit.
They say my moon in Virgo
Is this why I love'm so
hypocritical
perfect
Everybody else wrong
generous
Will share after you share
convinced your love is true!
Love you Virgos!
--Marvin X
9/1/19