In 1970, during my second self imposed exile from the USA because I refused to fight in Vietnam, I departed Mexico City for British Honduras, now Belize. I departed against the advice of my Mexico City host, revolutionary artist Elizabeth Catlett Mora, who was also the witness, with her husband Poncho Mora, of my civil wedding to Fresno State University student Barbara Hall who joined me in my exile. After a few weeks, my wife and I were tired of Mexico City and when we were invited to BH or Belize, Central America, decided to go there, even though she was now pregnant. Of course I should have listened to the advice of Betty Mora who reminded me British Honduras was still a colony, but I was bored hearing Spanish and looked forward to hearing English, even from colonized Central American Africans, though they were on the eve of Independence.
Tuesday, February 9, 2021
Parable of the Turkey Fight
In 1970, during my second self imposed exile from the USA because I refused to fight in Vietnam, I departed Mexico City for British Honduras, now Belize. I departed against the advice of my Mexico City host, revolutionary artist Elizabeth Catlett Mora, who was also the witness, with her husband Poncho Mora, of my civil wedding to Fresno State University student Barbara Hall who joined me in my exile. After a few weeks, my wife and I were tired of Mexico City and when we were invited to BH or Belize, Central America, decided to go there, even though she was now pregnant. Of course I should have listened to the advice of Betty Mora who reminded me British Honduras was still a colony, but I was bored hearing Spanish and looked forward to hearing English, even from colonized Central American Africans, though they were on the eve of Independence.
Saturday, February 6, 2021
Marvin X's Notes on the Land Question, A Conversation with his daughters Nefertiti and Attorney Amira Jackmon, facilitated by the African American Museum Library Curator Bamidele Demerson
The Black Arts Movement Business District comprises over 100 blocks from the Lower Bottom of 14th Street to Lake Merritt that Blacks have recently claimed as vending space, despite complaints beginning with Bar B Que Becky and Lakeshore Ave. residents. Just as Asians double park in Chinatown, Blacks park in the middle of Lakeshore Ave. since parking is limited.
Friday, February 5, 2021
OAKLAND'S AFRICAN AMERICAN MUSEUM LIBRARY PRESENTS POET/PUBLISHER MARVIN X AND DAUGHTERS ON THE LAND QUESTION
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
Video: Marvin X- "Black History is World History", Fresno City College Black Studies Event.
Black History Is World History
By
Marvin X
Before the Earth was
I was
Before time was
I was
you found me not long ago
and called me Lucy
I was four million years old
I had my tools beside me
I am the first man
call me Adam
I walked the Nile from Congo to Delta
a 4,000 mile jog
BLACK HISTORY IS WORLD HISTORY
I lived in the land of Canaan
before Abraham, before Hebrew was born
I am Canaan, son of Ham
I laugh at Arabs and Jews
fighting over my land
I lived in Saba, Southern Arabia
I played in the Red Sea
dwelled on the Persian Gulf
I left my mark from Babylon to Timbuktu
When Babylon acted a fool, that was me
I was the fool
When Babylon fell, that was me
I fell
BLACK HISTORY IS WORLD HISTORY
I was the first European
call me Negrito and Grimaldi
I walked along the Mediterranean from Spain to Greece
Oh, Greece!Why did you kill Socrates?
Why did you give him the poison hemlock?
Who were the gods he introduced
corrupting the youth of Athens?
They were my gods, black gods from Africa
Oh, Socrates, Plato and Aristotle
Whose philosophy did you teach
that was Greek to the Greeks?
Pythagoras, where did you learn geometry?
Democritus, where did you study astronomy?
Solon and Lycurgus, where did you study law?
In Egypt, and Egypt is Africa
and Africa is me
I am the burnt face, the blameless Ethiopian
Homer told you about in the Iliad
Homer told you about Ulysses, too,
a story he got from me.
BLACK HISTORY IS WORLD HISTORY
I am the first Chinese
China has my eyes
I am the Aboriginal Asian
Look for me in Vietnam, Cambodia & Thailand
I am there, even today, black and beautiful
BLACK HISTORY IS WORLD HISTORY
I used to travel to America
long before Columbus
came to me asking for directions
Americo Vespucci
on his voyage to America
saw me in the Atlantic
returning to Africa
America was my home
Before Aztec, Maya, Toltec, Inca & Olmec
I was hereI came to Peru 20,000 years ago
I founded Mexico City
See my pyramids, see my cabeza colosal
in Vera Cruz and Yucatan
that's me
I am the Mexican
for I am mixed with all men
and all men are mixed with me
I am the most just of men
I am the most peaceful
who loves peace day and night
Sometimes I let tyrants devour me
sometimes people falsely accuse me
sometimes people crucify me
but I am ever returning I am eternal, I am universal
Africa is my home
Asia is my home
Americas is my home
BLACK HISTORY IS WORLD HISTORY
Friday, January 29, 2021
Parable of the Negro busy doing nothing
Parable of the Negro busy doing nothing
In Master Sun Ra's Afro-futuristic film Space in the Place, he asks a Negro what he was doing? The Negro replied nothing. Sun Ra then asked the Negro if he wanted a job? The Negro replied doing what? Sun Ra said doing nothing. How much you gonna pay, asked the Negro. Sun Ra said I ain't going to pay you nothing!
Master Teacher the Honorable Elijah Muhammad had a lesson that asked Why do we love the devil? Answer: Because he gives us nothing!
And so it is, the Negro loves nothing. Doesn't his name Negro end in zero, nothing? Didn't he work 400 years for nothing, not even one food stamp, one proper meal (unless he was a house Negro) because the field Negroes ate animal food along with the horses, cows, pigs and chickens. They made the best of animal food and still eat it today even though it causes multiple diseases as we saw in the film Soul Food. Even after Granny died from eating Soul Food, her children continued eating the very food that caused her death, nothing food, nutritionally deficient food that makes us prime victims of Covid 19 in the present era.
Eldridge Cleaver, my most controversial friend among many (Mama said I had the worse friends in the world and she met many of them but she said Eldridge was the worst RIP), made the astute observation that we are tired in our genes, i.e. DNA, from 400 years of free labor, thus this is the reason the Negro is busy doing nothing today. You can't even pay a Negro to do something, even if you pay him in advance he may not show up and for sure he will not show up after payday. Let's be real. Why won't he show up?
Because he's busy doing nothing. He's so busy doing nothing he won't answer his cell phone and you know he knows you are calling to find out why he won't come to work, especially after you have paid him in advance, of course a gross error on your part in believing in such a wretched human being who's mental equilibrium is shattered almost beyond repair. In short, he is exhausted in his DNA from labor, free labor, thus often money will not inspire him to show up for work on time, no matter how much you have mutually agreed to pay him.
I've had musicians leave my concert before I was able to pay them because they were no doubt in a hurry to get their dope that was more important than money, if you can imagine such. Well, I admit there were times when I was a dope fiend and dope was more important than money. On one occasion or several, I left a white man in charge of my stand while I made a dope run and when the white man came with my money I was too busy doing dope to stop to get the money from the white, even though my dope friends told me to take a break and let the white man give me my money. You know when a dope fiend is sprung he dope give a funk about money, pussy or anything in the world except his next blast into the sunset or moon or some other planet when he can fly into nothingness and dread. Yes, of course, he is busy doing nothing or maybe (in the Crack era) smoking hot air to the point of exhaustion, physically, mentally and emotionally--yes, from doing nothing but drowning on dry land in a room filled with smoke that killed the flies or had them crawling on the floor like slow motion zombies and he joined the flies in their dance of nothingness and dread. Getting up the next morning as he had done a thousand mornings on zero, broke, hungry, nasty, filthy, although may have saved 50 cents for his breakfast, a Snickers bar, that he survived on for years in his sojourn into nothingness and dread.
So know the Negro who lives on zero but is busy doing nothing and knows nothing but nothing until the magic whip strikes his black ass to awaken his long dormant DNA that only resistance will save his black ass from the whip and lynching of his mind, heard, body and soul.
Let the Negro know is is something and not nothing but he must pull up his pants, yes, his bootstraps, yes, as Booker T told him, do so wherever you are, and Garvey told him the same, Africa for the Africans, those at home and those abroad, Elijah told him to do for self because they day would come when he would have no choice because the slave master would drop him like a hot potato in his own white supremacist nothingness and dread. Yes, the socalled Negro would be compelled to rise from his slumber and denial of his divinity and accept the challenge to be the descendent of King Tut, Queen Nefertiti and all the warrior kings and queens, warrior workers and craft persons who transcended the do nothing syndrome in the do for self dimension and raised themselves to the Upper Room of their Fathers and Mothers house of Divine Consciousness and Political Power.
--Marvin X
1/30/21
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
Toward the final draft of Part 3, The Wild Crazy Ride of the Marvin X Experience
Monday, January 25, 2021
Toward the final final final draft of The Wild Crazy Ride of the Marvin X Experience Part Three of a 20 part series on the life and work of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Parable of the milkshake
Death of a Philadelphia Negro
Death of a Philadelphia Negro
My buddy told me
Death of the Philadelphia Negro
Write a poem bout a Negro
Who wants to die
Live for what
I ain't doing nothing
You doing something
You got projects
I ain't doing shit
Blood clots in my legs
They want to cut
Can't cut
Heart 30%
What about stints in my legs
Doc say
How long will I live
Doc say it's debatable
Depends on you
Can't operate on legs
Heart too weak
What you want to do
I want some liquor and dope
Anything to kill pain in my legs
Doc say you in pretty bad shape
Buddy
One leg is black
May need to cut
How long will I live
Doc don't know
Depends
What you want to do
I'm ready to go
Ain't doing nothing
Doc say you had heart attacks
I ain't felt no heart attack
Don't matter you had 'em
Well so what doc
I'm ready to go home
Eat some mushrooms and
Float like Santa Claus
Join Sun Ra on Jupiter
Ain't nothing happening here
I ain't doing nothing
Why stay
All my friends gone
You bout one or two friends Left buddy tell me
My kids doing they thing
Ain't worried bout me
Worried bout they cars
Mustang BMW Bentley
Don't give a fuck bout me
I'm dead man walking
Let me get in the shower
Put on my clothes jewelry
Go to poker party
8 o'clock
House party
Niggas got everything
Hennessy blunts
Cocaine all over card table
Niggas feeling good
Ain't wearing no stupid ass masks
Let me get to the party
Last Poet's right
Niggas go party bullshit
Party bullshit.
It's strange though
When you know
death is knocking
on your door
You know you got to open door
Let death come in
Sit down at table
But death ain't playing poker!
--MARVIN X
1/21/21
Friday, January 22, 2021
Parable of the blind man
Thursday, January 21, 2021
Part 3 final final The wild crazy ride of the marvin x experience
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Sunday, January 10, 2021
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