Featured Vendor at Lake Merritt
photo Jim Dennis
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Featured Vendor in Black Street Magazine, Voice of Black Street Vendors, Black Bird Press Publication, Published/Edited by Marvin X
Release date mid-September 2021
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And if you can't comprehend Marvin X and Sun Ra, don't claim to understand the
Black Arts Movement
Don't come at me with some weak ass revisionist shit about
a Neo-Black Arts Movement
bout rap is classical
rap a child of jazz
conscious rap only
revolutionary
not pussy and dick rap
jewish rap steal black conscious rap dreams
jewish rap producers pussy and dick schemes
jewish rap producers like yellow girls video ho's
black girls no chance
yellow girls asians miss ann the plan
peckerwood white/black nigga pickerwood same
pimping blackness same
afrofuturism exhibit same
miller like my woman say
and she got my brain
Afrofuturism exhibit Miller lite she say
don't let me talk
I say same
don't curate no black shit
you go insane
think you know what you know
but don't know shit in yo white brain
you try to be honest true
but the black heart escapes you
the black heart you'll never know
you not evil
just down't know
how to pick cotton how it grow
was you in the cotton field miss ann
did that cotton prick your hands fingers
did you pick the hunid pounds
yo master told you so
can't see ta can't see
did you git yo hunid off da row
is you tired bitch miss ann
did you pick all that cotton on last row
did you weigh yo sack
was it full of dirt
did the contractor whip yo ass
fakin da funk
miss ann what you know
get yo ass out da cotton field bitch
tell yo daddy to kiss my ass
I'm robbin' da contractor today
fuck hunid pounds
me and my boys goin ta town
movie with the girls
buttered popcorn
finger fuck her same hand
til movie say THE END
popcorn gone
pussy dry
baby say bye bye.
Imagine life a movie
soon come The End
lights come on
white man killing Indians gone
you cheered for white man killing Indians
Yo grandmama Cherokeee
had long straight hair
but yo stupid mind make you cheer for white man
You so sick don't deserve no land
Let the white man pimp yo ass another hunid years
take all his virus vaccines
take booster shots of his toxic white supremacy dreams
inject yourself like Tuskegee
wonder why whitey didn't tell you it was all a lie.
you so stupid motherfucka
every lie whitey tell you you suck it in by and by
for chicken wing or leg
you so glued to whitey ass
you can't wait to get the pass
eat shitty food at his restaurant
Martin Luther King, Jr. told you where to eat
where to sit on the KKK toilet seat
Sunday brunch
fancy hat women sip fake drinks
praise Jesus
but black man they fuss
single women with everything
cept black dick
make 'em sing
thank you Jesus
their voices ring
chorus of love
when black man ring their bell
deliver them from hell
plastic dicks only work so well
Sunday brunch
church hats
no black man
oh well.
--Marvin X
8/25/21
minus Jazz/Black Classical music
kiss my ass
Ain't no BAM without Jazz
kiss my ass
you fakin' da funk
get da fk up outta here
my dear
you live in fear
BAM was straight revolution
we don't kiss no politician's ass
they give you but it don't last
new regime
new machine
cut yo funds
so keep it clean
no politician kill BAM dream
New York cut Black arts funds
saw BAM no fun
poetry plays music of revolution
politicians play along
then cut funds
Baraka went home to Newark
Met Amina black as night
grew up on Howard Street
worst street in Newark
Ben Caldwell turned her on to Baraka
Sylvia was already into black arts
went to arts high school
didn't need baraka to teach her
blackness
he was detoxing from beatnik life in Village
Hettie Jewish girl
thought she had baraka for life
half jewish children
Baraka mama loved them so
Not them pica ninnies
from Amina's womb
Would his mama love them now
Ras the Mayor
Middy Jr. Chief of Staff
Mama Jones
what you say
you love them half jewish girls
or Ras and Middy Jr
black warriors from your way
Them half jewish girls qualified in Baraka mythology
children without sin
it's parents do children in
children are children
no matter mother or father
they love each other
except interruption
unresolved trauma grief of mother
or father for that matter
wash guilt down the drain
let children love
they feel the spirit
DNA same
children live myth of fathers mothers
no matter denial
truth transcends myth
truth of children same
perform myth of mother dad
denial is sad
children don't know mother dreams
sometimes father too
children dream
think their dreams true
not from father mother new
children in denial
parental dreams children make true
in their blindness children swear
their dreams didn't come from you
No mama dad
this my dream and it's true
that's a lie chile
your dreams came from
we see you dreaming our dreams
what can we say of you
Let us be silent until your dreams come true.
Will you then turn to us and say
Mama and daddy I confess I am you.
--Marvin X
8/25/21
Mr. Morgan was one of the rare Black conductors to rise to prominence, with guest appearances leading the top orchestras of St. Louis, Chicago, Los Angeles, Baltimore, New York and San Francisco during a career that spanned 40 years. He made his international debut at the Vienna State Opera in 1982, conducting Mozart’s “Abduction From the Seraglio” in the city where the composer spent much of his life, before an infamously fastidious and unforgiving audience. He later said his only goal was to get in and out of the State Opera without being booed. As it happened, he was invited back.
With its humor and self-deprecation, the comment was pure Morgan. In 2013, Joshua Kosman, the music critic of the San Francisco Chronicle, called him “a voluble, gregarious figure with easy charm and an irrepressible high-pitched giggle that can seem at odds with the gravitas associated with the stereotypical maestro.”
But, Kosman added that “there’s no doubt about the eloquence or artistic depth he can elicit from an orchestra in a wide range of repertory.”
In the manner of an older generation of conductors who came to an area and stayed put, Mr. Morgan spent the last 30 years of his life mostly in the Bay Area and its environs. He arrived in 1991 to become the music director of the Oakland Symphony. He also served as artistic director of the Oakland Youth Orchestra and was the music director of the Sacramento Philharmonic Orchestra (and the Sacramento Opera) from 1999 to 2015 as well as the artistic director of Festival Opera in Walnut Creek, Calif., for more than 10 seasons. He taught a graduate conducting course at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music and was music director at the Bear Valley Music Festival in California. He also conducted the San Francisco Ballet on several occasions.
“My goal is to do the things I like to do all in one place,” he told the San Francisco Chronicle in 1998. “I think it’s so much more rewarding to walk into the grocery store and have a little kid say, ‘You came to my school,’ or have the cashier say, ‘How are things at the symphony?’ ”
Michael DeVard Morgan, a native Washingtonian, was born on Sept. 17, 1957. His father, Willie DeVard Morgan, was a biologist, and his mother, Mabel Morgan, was a health researcher.
His father bought the family a piano for $10 when Michael was 6, and he began to play two years later. From then on, music became an obsession. By the age of 12, he was leading two orchestras, one at MacFarland Junior High School and the other (founded by Mr. Morgan) at the People’s Congregational Church.
In his early teens, while a student at McKinley High School, he was named the conductor of the D.C. Youth Orchestra. He attended the Oberlin Conservatory in Ohio, originally as a composition major, but never took his degree.
During his time at Oberlin, Mr. Morgan worked with conductors Seiji Ozawa and Leonard Bernstein at the Tanglewood Music Festival in Massachusetts. In late 1979, he accepted the position of apprentice conductor at the Buffalo Philharmonic.
The next year, he won the Hans Swarowsky Conducting Competition, which brought him international attention. In 1982, he became the assistant conductor of the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra under the direction of Leonard Slatkin and, in 1986, he took the same position with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra under Sir Georg Solti.
But Mr. Morgan showed little interest in the big career. “In Oakland,” he said in 1990, “we are trying something new: a orchestra that is being run from the education department outward. We are developing the orchestra as an educational resource that gives concerts.”
Increasingly, he grew interested in early education in classical music.
“Talk to people of whatever color in any professional orchestra and ask them where they started, and you’ll find that most of them started, as I did, in a public school somewhere,” he told the San Francicso Chronicle in 1998. “And if there’s not that possibility, then of course there’s not going to be people at the other end.”
He was dubious about what he called “Martin-Luther-King-Black- History-Month-yadda-yadda-yadda” concerts. “It’s impossible to maintain the respect of an orchestra if they think that the only reason you’re there is that they needed a Black conductor,” Mr. Morgan said.
Mr. Morgan was famously warmhearted to his colleagues and students. When he made his New York Philharmonic debut in 1992, Mr. Morgan included a piece by a gifted young composer, Daron Hagen.
“Michael himself chose to graciously share that all-important moment — and the spotlight — by premiering a new piece I had just written for them,” Mr. Hagen said in a telephone interview. “He launched new works by an entire generation of grateful composers.”
Despite his courtesy and friendliness, Mr. Morgan led a mostly private life, sharing his home with his mother and his sister, Jacquelyn Morgan, who survive him.
“Being a classical musician, being a conductor, being Black, being gay — all of these things put you on the outside, and each one puts you a little further out than the last one,” Mr. Morgan said in 2013. “So you get accustomed to constructing your own world because there are not a lot of clear paths to follow and not a lot of people that are just like you.”
Tim Page won the Pulitzer Prize for criticism in 1997 for his writings about music for The Washington Post. He is currently a distinguished visiting professor at the Peabody Institute of Johns Hopkins University.