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Thursday, January 24, 2013
Barbara Ann Teer's National Black Theatre
Negro General heads U.S. Forces in Africa
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Parable of the Parrot by Marvin X
Parable of the Parrot
The king wanted parrots around him. He wants all his ministers to wear parrot masks. He said he had to do the same for the previous king. He only said what the king wanted to hear, nothing more, so he advised his ministers to do the same. In fact, they must encourage the people to become parrots.
Yes, he wanted a nation of parrots. Don't say anything the kings does not want to hear. Everything said should be music to his ears. And don't worry, he will tell you exactly what he wants to hear in his regular meetings and public addresses to the nation. Everyone will be kept informed what parrot song to sing. No one must be allowed to disagree with the king. This would be sacrilegious and punishable by death.
The king must be allowed to carry out the dreams that come to his head. No one else should dream, only the king. In this manner, according to the king, the people can make real progress. There shall always be ups and downs, but have faith in the king and everything will be all right. Now everyone sing the national anthem, the king told the people.
There must be a chorus of parrots, a choir, mass choir singing in perfect unity. Let there be parrots on every corner of the kingdom, in every branch and tree. Let all the boys sing like parrots in the beer halls. Let the preacher lead the congregation in parrot songs. Let the teachers train students to sound like parrots. Let the university professors give good grades to those who best imitate parrot sounds. Let the journalists allow no stories over the airwaves and in print if they do not have the parrot sound.
The king was happy when the entire nation put on their parrot masks. Those who refused suffered greatly until they agreed to join in. The state academics and intellectuals joined loudly in parroting the king's every wish. Thank God the masses do not hear them pontificate or read their books. After all, these intellectual and academic parrots are well paid, tenured and eat much parrot seed.
Their magic song impresses the bourgeoisie who have a vested interest in keeping the song of the parrot alive. Deep down in the hood, in the bush, the parrot song is seldom heard, only the sound of the hawk gliding through the air in stone silence looking for a parrot to eat.
President Davis and Reginald James, students of Marvin X's Academy of da Corner, 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland. President is now at Howard University, Wash. DC, Reginald is a student at UC Berkeley. In this photo they are at Sankofa Books, Washington, DC.
5 April 2010
Source: blackbirdpressnewsfrom The Wisdom of Plato Negro, parables/fables, Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Berkekey, 2012 |
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Last Rites for Jayne Cortez
THE FAMILY OF JAYNE CORTEZ
INVITES YOU TO A CELEBRATION OF HER LIFE
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2013 2:00 pm
THE GREAT HALL
in the
COOPER UNION FOUNDATION BUILDING
7 East 7th Street
New York, New York
FOR FURTHER INFORMATION PLEASE SEND A NOTE TO: jaynecortezcelebration@gmail.com
WE ARE TRYING TO REACH OUT TO ALL OF JAYNE'S FRIENDS
SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO FORWARD THIS NOTE
INVITES YOU TO A CELEBRATION OF HER LIFE
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2013 2:00 pm
THE GREAT HALL
in the
COOPER UNION FOUNDATION BUILDING
7 East 7th Street
New York, New York
FOR FURTHER INFORMATION PLEASE SEND A NOTE TO: jaynecortezcelebration@gmail.com
WE ARE TRYING TO REACH OUT TO ALL OF JAYNE'S FRIENDS
SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO FORWARD THIS NOTE
Jayne Cortez — poet, activist, muse of the avant garde — dies, age 76
December 30, 2012 by Howard Mandel
Jayne Cortez, a no-nonsense poet who often declaimed her incisive lines of vivid imagery tying fierce social criticism to imperatives of personal responsibility with backing by her band the Firespitters, died Dec. 28 at age 76 (according to NYT obit, age 78). Her deep appreciation of American blues and jazz was another of her constant themes; her son Denardo Coleman played drums in the Firespitters, with whom she recorded six albums.
An activist in the Civil Rights movement, organizer of Watts writing and drama workshops, founder of the Watts Repertory Theater, Bola Press and co-founder of the Organization of Women Writers of Africa, Ms. Cortez was also taught at Rutgers, Howard, Wesleyan and Eastern Michigan universities, Dartmouth and Queens colleges and was a muse to the avant garde. Her husband sculptor Melvin Edwards is well known for his series “Lynch Fragments” and “Rockers.” When Ms. Cortez was a teenager in California, musicians including Don Cherry hung out at her family’s home because she had (as Cherry said) “the best record collection,” and through them she met Ornette Coleman, to whom she was married from 1954 to ’64 and with whom she kept in contact. Members of the Firespitters such as guitarist Bern Nix and bassist Jamaaldeen Tacuma, besides Denardo, played in Ornette’s electrically amplified band Prime Time.
Born in Arizon, raised in Los Angeles, Ms. Cortez was drawn to the arts at an early age. She painted and played cello besides keeping journals, graduated from an arts high school but was unable to go to college due to financial problems. She is sometimes said to have inspired Coleman’s composition “Lonely Woman,” originally titled “Angry Woman” — but the adjectives that seem (in my limited experience) to best describe Jayne Cortez are independent, inquisitive, precise and determined. Rhythm, repetition and pointed rhetoric characterize her poetry, as when she asked, “If the drum is a woman/Why do you beat your woman?”
If the drum is a woman
then understand your drum
. . . your drum is not invisible
your drum is not inferior to you
your drum is a woman
so don’t reject your drum
don’t try to dominate your drum
. . . don’t be forced into the position
as an oppressor of drums
and make a drum tragedy of drums
if your drum is a woman
don’t abuse your drum.
In 2000, I was honored to be invited by Jayne Cortez to sit on a panel for an international symposium she was helping to organize at New York University titled “Slave Routes: The Long Memory.” Sometime later, while writing Miles Ornette Cecil – Jazz Beyond Jazz, I ran into her coming out a Manhattan drug store and we chatted briefly. I mentioned that my topic was the avant-garde, and she immediately responded that “the avant-garde is that in art which didn’t exist before. It’s always hard to introduce, because the avant-garde has to make a place for itself where there wasn’t one, where there wasn’t anything.”
Deeper, deeper, deeper/Higher, higher, higher. Always reaching and urging us to, too, intending encouragement as much as challenge. Thanks, Jayne Cortez, for ideas, spirit, words and music.
Let's Play Happy
Let me love you tonight
do not fear me
I come in the name of love
I will speak in silence
and not confuse you with language
let silence be love
let silence be truth
hold me
let me touch you
massage me
I massage you
do for me
I do for you
such is love
unconditional
reciprocal
yes
I am willing now
after so long
somewhere beyond Maat
suffering the patriarchal
love me now
hold me
squeeeze me
kiss me
let me kiss you
hold you
massage you
make you come
beyond joy
scream
beyond joy
let juices flow
let's play happy!
--Marvin X
do not fear me
I come in the name of love
I will speak in silence
and not confuse you with language
let silence be love
let silence be truth
hold me
let me touch you
massage me
I massage you
do for me
I do for you
such is love
unconditional
reciprocal
yes
I am willing now
after so long
somewhere beyond Maat
suffering the patriarchal
love me now
hold me
squeeeze me
kiss me
let me kiss you
hold you
massage you
make you come
beyond joy
scream
beyond joy
let juices flow
let's play happy!
--Marvin X
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