Friday, December 16, 2016

Two Poets on Syria: Dr. Mohja Kahf and Marvin X





Syrian poet, novelist, professor Mohja Kahf and poet Marvin X at the  University of Arkansas, Fayettevile where she teaches English and Islamic literature. She considers Marvin X the father of Muslim American literature. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013


Two Poems for Syria 

by Marvin X and Mohja Kahf







Oh, Mohja
how much water can run from rivers to sea
how much blood can soak the earth
the guns of tyrants know no end
a people awakened are bigger than bullets
there is no sleep in their eyes
no more stunted backs and fear of broken limbs
even men, women and children are humble with sacrifice
the old the young play their roles
with smiles they endure torture chambers
with laughs they submit to rape and mutilations
there is no victory for oppressors
whose days are numbered
as the clock ticks as the sun rises
let the people continue til victory
surely they smell it on their hands
taste it on lips
believe it in their hearts
know it in their minds
no more backwardness no fear
let there be resistance til victory.
--Marvin X/El Muhajir







Syrian poet/professor Dr. Mohja Kahf





Oh Marvin, how much blood can soak the earth?


The angels asked, “will you create a species who will shed blood


and overrun the earth with evil?” 


And it turns out “rivers of blood” is no metaphor: 




 

































see the stones of narrow alleys in Duma


shiny with blood hissing from humans? Dark


and dazzling, it keeps pouring and pumping


from the inexhaustible soft flesh of Syrians,


and neither regime cluster bombs from the air,


nor rebel car bombs on the ground,


ask them their names before they die. 


They are mowed down like wheat harvested by machine,


and every stalk has seven ears, and every ear a hundred grains.


They bleed like irrigation canals into the earth.


Even one little girl in Idlib with a carotid artery cut


becomes a river of blood. Who knew she could be a river 


running all the way over the ocean, to you,


draining me of my heart? And God said to the angels, 


“I know what you know not.” But right now,


the angels seem right. Cut the coyness, God;


learn the names of all the Syrians.


See what your species has done.


--Mohja Kahf    

     
Marvin X on Sectarianism 
 
Marvin X
Black Arts Movement poet
photo
Gene Hazzard
 
Sectarianism has been known to spark religious violence throughout history. For many years we saw the ugly head of sectarianism in the struggle between Catholics and Protestants in Ireland, the constant bombings and killings.
In Africa violence between Muslims and Christians in Nigeria has approached genocide. Iraq is the latest hot spot of sectarian violence between Sunni and Shia Muslims. For decades the Shia had been oppressed by the Sunni minority, especially during the regime of Saddam Hussein. When he was overthrown by the US and the Shia majority took political power, naturally the Sunnis were resentful, no one likes to lose power and privilege. Because many Sunnis look upon Shia as heretics, this justifies their sectarian cleansing, even though there has been Sunni/Shia harmony, including marriages throughout the years, but presently there is migration of Shias from Sunni neighborhoods and towns and visa versa. Very little of the refugee plight has made news. 
Of course the US is the cause when she installed the Shia majority, even though majority should rule, we are taught in American Democracy 101. But the resulting violence was predictable and much of it could have been prevented if the Americans had not been the "peacemakers."
Now the violence is being instigated by the insurgents who are directing their wrath against the Shia as well as the Americans. And naturally the Shia are taking revenge since they have political and military power, including their own militias integrated into the army and police but loyal to their sect leaders and imams.
We must see the Sunni violence against the Shia in the broader picture of regional politics. The Sunni regimes in Saudia Arabia, Egypt, Jordan, Sudan, the Gulf States and elsewhere have no desire to see a Shia government in Iraq, however loosely allied it may be with Shia Iran. The Sunni governments have stated their opposition to a Shia expansion from the Tigris/Euphrates to the Mediterranean, uniting with the populations of Shia in Syria and Lebanon where the Hezbollah fighters are a political and military force supported by Iran.
Have no doubt that the regional Sunni regimes support the insurgency in Iraq. These regimes would rather have their young men leaving their nations to commit suicide in Iraq rather than be part of the opposition within their authoritarian regimes. Better their sons fight the infidel Americans and heretic Shia. 
Of course the historical dispute between the Sunni and Shia began in 632AD upon the death of prophet Muhammad (PBUH). Thus this Sunni/Shia conflict is much more outstanding than colonialism, including the neo-colonial Americans. There is no hatred like religious hatred. We can see that violence between Sunnis and Shia has surpassed that between Sunnis and the Christian Americans, supposedly the enemy of all Muslims. For sure, Americans were the catalyst, but the roots of the present sectarian violence began over succession to the prophet Muhammad (PBUH). 
The Sunnis said the successor should be selected from among the people, Abu Bakr. The Shia said it should be from the prophet's bloodline, Ali. The Sunnis won out and labeled the Shia heretics, especially when they elevated the status of Imam Ali and future Shia Imams to the level of the Caliphs or rulers after the prophet, including veneration of their tombs in various Shia holy cities such as Qum in Iran, Najaf and Karbala in Iraq. Several Shia imams were assassinated, including Ali and Hussein.
There are major Shia rituals that celebrate the martyrdom of their imams. The Shia feeling of lost is similar to the feeling of lost among Sunni Muslims in America about Malcolm X allegedly being assassinated by the Nation of Islam. This feeling of lost is shared by much of the African American community. 
Malcolm's death caused a great division that has yet to heal and may never heal, despite the unifying efforts of Farakhan with his Million Man Marches and other efforts.
Perhaps we can understand the Sunni/Shia struggle from this perspective. There are some Blacks who hate other Blacks as a result of the Malcolm X affair more than they hate the white man for all his centuries of evil and wickedness against Blacks. For the US government's role in the Malcolm affairand have no doubt about their involvement, they benefited by divide and conquer, that classic Willie Lynch slave master tricknology.
Sectarian violence in Iraq may continue unabated, for it is beyond civil war, beyond American occupation, but deeply rooted in religiosity, myth and ritual. Even Sunni fear of Shia regional expansion is rooted in Shia eschatology or end time. This is evident in pronouncements from the Shia regime in Iran, boldly determined to pursue a nuclear weapons future and calling for the destruction of Israel, motivated by their belief the time has arrived for Shia geo-political and spiritual domination, and certainly Iraq will play a role in this Shia myth-ritual drama.
This drama has implications far beyond any American notion of installing democracy in Iraq or anywhere else in the region, for people are motivated by mythology and prophecy, political aspirations being secondary. It is their spiritual aspirations that are primary. Shia Iran appears prepared to commit mass suicide challenging the Americans and Europeans over nuclear technology, even though the Iranians have every right to posses the Islamic bomb, just as we have the Jewish bomb and the Christian bomb. I say get rid of all the nuclear weapons or level the playing field as in the wild wild west: let everybody pack.
As per Iraq, it doesn't matter whether the Americans stay or go, they have opened Pandora's box and mean spirits are blowing in the desert winds. Only Allah knows how these issues will be resolved. Perhaps the Sunnis and Shias shall fight until they tire of killing, then reconcile in the manner of Isaiah, "Let us reason together."
Source: Beyond Religion, Toward Spirituality, Black Bird Press, 2007  (c) 2006 by Marvin X (El Muhajir)
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Marvin X has given permission to Harvard University to publish his poem "For El Haji Rasul Taifa" from Love and War: Poems by Marvin X (1995). The poem will appear in The Encyclopedia of Islam in America Volume II, Greenwood Press, edited by Dr. Jocelyne Cesari of Harvard's Islam in the West Program. Mr. X is co-editor of the forthcoming anthology Muslim American Literature, University of Arkansas Press, edited by Dr. Mojah Khaf. He is also in the forthcoming Muslim American Drama, Temple University.
from Chickenbones, posted 19 June 2006

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

From the archives of Marvin X: For the Warriors and other poems from Liberation Poems for North American Africans, 1983



For the Warriors


I have seen the best warriors of my generation
starved into submissions
exiled into loneliness capitulation
imprisoned assassination
seeking only the American dream
not Moscow Peking Havana
American dream








lonely warriors of forgotten causes
who did not enrich themselves
in the proper bourgeoisie manner
property stocks bonds
lonely warriors
unknown and known
some filled tv radio newspapers
night after night
standing tall against injustice
standing with honesty sacrifice
unselfish unconditional love for the people
naive to the  insincere
naive to the opportunist
naive to the pseudo intellectual
but sacrificing always
for the cause
eternal cause
that in time
blew their minds.

Now they see ghosts
Jesus Christ in the moon
left thinking right thinking
gone for sure
focus shattered
what can we do in this state
who will follow who will listen

you were our hero you were our hope
now you see ghosts
Jesus in the moon
and we are afraid
for there are no ghosts
no Jesus in the moon.
--Marvin X


Beat Ya Boss African


Beat ya boss African
are yr brave enough
why beat ya woman
she yo exploiter
oppressor
beat kya boss African
don't beat the field produce yo nation
beat yo boss African
don't beat yo wife
don't beat yo brother
beat yo boss
he pimpin ya ta death
got ya workin
30 yrs fa gold watch
don't work
beat ya boss African
he's the real motherfucker
fucked ya moma
beat ya boss African

He Was

He was a rolls royce negro
without a rolls royce 
economic negro
no economic plan
political negro
no political machine
bible toting negro
didn't read the bible
phd negro
couldn't write his name
international negro
didn't have a nation
pan african negro
wouldn't live in africa
islamic negro
refused to jihad
romantic negro
hated romance
negro leader
refused to lead
he was negro
black man
afro
african
afrikan
nubian
bilalian
jamaican
american
now he's........
--Marvin X

Fleeta Drumgo, San Quentin Brother

Fletta Fleeta
died at my doorstep
San Quentin Brother
broken warrior
I heard the shot that brought you low
Fleeta
 I saw them get into their car
police types
I saw them from my window
was  it drugs or revolution Fleeta
police came to my door
refused to answer
didn't know it was you
they killed that day
didn't know it was you
head they'd blown away
Fleeta
when the police knocked
I thought it was set up
more dirty tricks

I remember the last time you called Fleeta
you called but never came
we went to the airport for you
but you never came
except the final day
dreadful day
at my doorstep.
--Marvin X
 

 
Progressive Woman

Come my comrade
whisper in my ear
liberation of Pan Africa
so proud of you
revolutionary woman
fight on until victory
so nice to see
you haven't given up
gone back to sleep
fight on my sister my comrade
we may not agree on ideology, tactics strategy 
at least you're alive
to facades of this world
you want something new
a new order for people who won't surrender
in fear trembling
fight on my sister my comrade.
--Marvin X 


 Amina and Amira Baraka. We highly suspect the child in
Amina's arm is Ras Baraka, now mayor of Newark, NJ.

 Nellie and T. Monk

Round Midnight

Monk's gone
I ain't blue
Monk's gone
I ain't blue
where he's gone
I'm goin too

Death is always round
tryin to steal life
death is always round
trying to steal life
if it don't get the husband
it'll get the wife.

Monk's gone
I ain't blue
Monk's gone
 I ain't blue.
--Marvin X

 I'll Walk Alone

This road
I'll walk alone
men of fear 
cannot walk this road
I'll walk alone
there is no gratitude down this road
no thanks
I'll walk alone
men who see mirages
cannot walk this road
men whose wives and children 
are dearer to them than Allah
cannot walk this road
men who cry who snibble
who take evidence to Pharaoh
cannot walk this road
I'll walk alone.
--Marvin X


Letter to my lover

You hate me because I am a revolutionary
I did not ask to be a revolutionary
revolution chose me
you say you love me
because I am a man
but I am a man because I am a revolutionary
I want suffering to end
want the bloodsuckers of the poor to exit!

It is not my choice to be a revolutionary
hunted wanted watched betrayed
I am from a long line of men and women
who dare to think speak act.
Love me or leave me
I am a revolutionary!
Liberty or death!

Marvin X poem: When you have seen the corruption of city hall, from Liberation Poems for North American Africans, 1983

 

When you have seen the corruption of city hall
when you have watched it month after month
year after year
when you attend city council meetings
hear the rip off talk
recycled rhetoric from The Prince
when you see apathy
walking streets
beating tin cans
when you see destruction of revolution by political perversion
alcohol crack religion wife beating rape
when you see the corruption of city hall
when you see the people's hopes drowned in false contracts
false wages false loans false  trips false votes
when you see for my friends only
for my bankers
for my developers
for my brothers in ritual and myth
let the others eat cheese
let them starve
scum don't matter
City Hall
Allah came to save the poor
save the ignorant
save the blind hungry broken hearted
whom do you serve
Who sent you?
Did you forget the consent of the governed?
--Marvin X
from Liberation Poems for North American Africans, Black Bird Press, 1983

Marvin X/El Muhajir
Poet, playwright, philosopher, planner, co-founder of the National Black Arts Movement,
publisher of the The Movement, Newspaper of the BAM/BAMBD 
Now available for speaking/reading coast to coast: mxjackmon@gmail.com

BAMBD will celebrate JANTEENTH, 2017, one year after the City of Oakland established the district, but nobody knows the trouble BAMBD has seen!


 JANTEENTH,  2017

Cover of The Movement, JANTEENTH issue (January 19, 2017)
Maestro Michael Morgan, Oakland Symphony Orchestra
BAMBD Art by James Gayles

Because of political sloth, North American Africans in Oakland are just now hearing they have a Black Arts Movement Business District along the 14th Street corridor, downtown Oakland. The district was officially declared by the Oakland City Council almost one year ago, January 19, 2916, but few people know about it and BAMBD has received no support from the City; no funds have been allocated, no technical support has been given, no media blitz, no celebration, no banners, no vendors on the street.

From time to time we hear tales from the eloquent politician representing our district. We heard she was giving technical support to the Uptown District where the hipsters congregate. We wonder what rite of passage informed her she should totally neglect the BAMBD to assist another district?

Juneteenth happened because the whites in Texas wanted to continue slavery. We hope our eloquent politician doesn't feel the same, but there is a history of Black slave masters who resisted emancipation.

In spite of sloth, Janteenth will be celebrated on January 19, 2017. We will have a Marcus Garvey syle parade along the 14th Street corridor with vendors, music and speakers in Oscar Grant Plaza.

If you are willing to participate  and/or support BAMBD's JANTEENTH Celebration, email: bambdistrict@gmail.com

From the Archives of Marvin X: Liberation Poems for North American Africans, 1983


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The News Ain't News, Ain't Nothin but the Blues

The news ain't news
ain't nothin but the blues
flash
Africa
flash
Asia
flash
Americas
bang bang
flash
inflation up
inflation down
Now a word from your president
American people
prosperity is just around the corner
soon a chicken in every pot
flash
bang bang
the president has been shot
the president has been shot
hurry rush him to the hospital
stay turned
we'll be right back
after a word from our sponsor
flash
stock report
wall street week in review
stocks down
due to budget crisis
flash
falkland islands
el salvador
hondura
guatemala
fillmore harlem liberty city detroit south side
occupied palestine
jews shoot five year old boy
throwing stones at tank
flash
jim jones takes one thousand negroes to heaven with Kool Aid
flash
disco gone
donna summers got the holy ghost
flash
jeffersons happy negroes
smiling all the way to the gas chamber
ha ha ha
flash
news ain't news
ain't nothin but the blues
when I want news
Bob Marley
Billie Holiday
Monk
Sonny Stitt
When I want the news
News ain't nothing but the4 blues
10 million unemployed
they talk about the budget
the budget the budget
Will B.A. nigguh revolt
M.A. nigguh revolt
PhD nigguh revolt
preacher revolt
watch out grass roots
don't be used by democrats
don't be their cannon fodder 
don't be their way back to the white house
don't be used by communists
moscow is not your mecca
take leaders from among yourselves
protect them
with guns
dare anyone to touch them
you will be successful
news ain't news
ain't nothin but the blues
flash
punk rockers shit on white house lawn
flash
nixon was drunk after five
reagan drunk after six
haig drunk all day long
flash
barbara walters interviews sada in his tomb
flash
hey stay tuned
we'll be right back
with a special message
don't change the dial
get your popcorn and beer
flash.....
--Marvin X

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Sunday, December 18: African Diaspora Bazaar and Crafts Fair, Humanist Hall, 27th off Broadway