Friday, May 3, 2019

Marvin X's magnum opus, Mythology of Pussy and Dick, Poetic Notes on the Human Condition in the #MeToo Era

"His love poems will resound as long and as deeply as any love poems ever written by anyone, e.g., Shakespeare, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonia Sanchez, Maya Angelou or any others."--Fahizah Alim, Editor Emeritus, Sacramento Bee Newspaper

"He is father of the genre known as Muslim American literature...."--Dr. Mohja Khaf, Professor of English and Islamic Literature,
University of Arkansas, Fayetteville

"Marvin X is one of the innovators and founders of the revolutionary school of African writing."--Amiri Baraka (RIP)

"One of the blackest men to walk this earth in consciousness if not complexion...."--Dr. Nathan Hare, Father of Black and Ethnic
Studies in America; First Chair, Black Studies, San Francisco State University, 1968



Commentary


I admit the title turned me off-no man would ever lay his hands on me with that kind of
language, but you have plenty to say and you say it like it is --even if it makes you feel
uncomfortable.
--C. Mixon

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Don't send me anything vulgar like this. My mother didn't talk like this.

--D. Jackmon


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Take me off your mailing list.
--Dr. Ernest Allen, UMass



I want my son to read this with a man, not with me.
--Rashidah


I wish I'ad this when I was 18. It would have saved me a lot of trouble with women.
I would have recognized who they are and who I am as a spiritual being.
--Reginald J.




Marvin, you and I should have read this when we were 17. Would have saved women a lot
of hell.
--Lumukanda


Do you have a brown bag? I can't take this back to work, might get fired.

--Anon


I put it in the trunk of my car--can't take it in the house, my wife will kill me.
--Conway J.



This book empowered me. I didn’t know I had that much power!—Young sister


It helped me step up my game!—Young Brother


Thank you, thank you, for writing this. I am going to make my son and daughter read it.
—A Mother


And youth who otherwise don't read, do read this book and even squabble over ownership,
as if it were black gold!—Paradise Jah Love




This book will be a great source by which young people can come to grips with their troubling sexuality.
It will help move the internal conflicts from below the solar plexus to above the neck. For many young
people, especially black men in their 20s and 30s, there is little more than hot amorphous vapor in that
region. So-called urban lit is their bible in coming to grips with the violent urgings of their penis. I used
to conceal my own risings with a jock strap. It took me sometime to train myself to sit still: running after
a woman, any attractive woman, was an addictive impact on the soul. Your teachings in this matter is a
kind of how-to book, much needed within our oppressed communities where inordinate violence is turned
within, on our women, on our children, and our reckless unfulfilled manhood.
--Rudolph Lewis, Editor, Chickenbones.com




Brother and comrade Marvin,
As an artist i.e. truth teller-trailblazer,  you have always been cutting edge both in what you lived,
experienced and the naked truth you bare in "emptying of Spirit out of itself" (as Hegel would put it) as
did Trane's Offering. Very rare, and whether we all recognize it now or not we are fortunate to witness
such openness and honesty, though it makes the smug uncomfortable in their fake comforts; show is the
unessential masquerading as essential and therefore art as truth ripping off masks is often seen as
dangerous expose


II was reading Delores Nochi's Introduction to your new contribution, Mythology of Pussy and Dick:
Toward Healthy Psychosocial Sexuality, and thinking of what she observed: "Mythology of Pussy and
Dick is a compilation of everything Marvin X has written on sexuality in America and the world. There
are those who will miss this opportunity to receive wisdom from our brother because of the language he
uses to describe the male and female anatomy, and his perceived objectification of women and men, and
this is a tragedy because this information is crucial for men and women who are suffering from a
psycholinguistic crisis “inflicting actual violence upon lovers in their male/female and same gender
loving relationships. These dysfunctional interactions are witnessed by children who are the next
generation of couples....I agreed with her and at the same time recalled the fate of those who preceded
you in this undertaking - for instance the social scientist and psychologist Wilhelm Reich e.g.
The Function of the Orgasm, Sexual Revolution and Sex-Pol [he was thrown into an American federal
prison and his books burned in 1956, he died in an American prison in 1957
http://en.wikipedia/wiki/Book_burning#Wilhelm_Reich.27s_publications_.28by_U.S._Food_and_Drug_
Administration.29
Also I thought of Lenny Bruce: Bruce served in the navy during World War II (1942-45) and began
performing stand-up comedy in 1946. As he gained popularity in New York night clubs, his brand of
comedy shifted from impersonations to free-wheeling monologues satirizing religion and politics. He
released several comedy albums and appeared occasionally on TV, especially as a guest of Steve Allen
and Hugh Hefner. In 1961 he was arrested after a performance in San Francisco and charged with
obscenity. Bruce was acquitted, but for the next few years he was frequently in trouble with the law
for using raw language on stage -- a no-no back then. In 1964 he was convicted of obscenity in New
York and jailed for a few months (in 2003 Governor George Pataki posthumously pardoned him).
http://www.answers.com/topic/lenny-bruce .


Delores' take on the depth and honest language of your work also made me remember the radical 60s
and the writings of early contemporary feminists, such as the analysis of sexual biology by Anne Koedt
The Myth of Vaginal Orgasm http://www.uic.edu/orgs/cwluherstory/CWLUArchive/vaginalmyth.html
But more directly your artistic style and the Avante-Garde revolutionary love and rebellion poetry
and music of Archie Shepp - in particular his Blase http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpE9SN81H6E
So! Your latest contribution here is evidence that the struggle continues! Thanks and stay strong!
--Lil Joe


"Marvin X says some wild, wild things!"
--Attorney John Burris
"He deals in hyperbole to the max!"
--Martin G. Reynolds, former Editor, Oakland Tribune
"I support his March for Men who need multiple wives and unlimited ho's (sex workers)."
--Empress Diamond
"I will march with him!"-- Paradise Jah Love
"I will hold the banner!"--Eugene Allen
"He has my support!"--Keith X Carlisle
"Son, you don't need a wife! You need a maid, secretary and mistress."
--Marian M. Jackmon, Mother of Marvin X
"Oh, Marvin, you never cease to amaze me!" Libby Schaaf, Mayor of Oakland
"Courageous and outrageous! He walked through the muck and mire of hell and came out clean as white fish and black as coal."--James W. Sweeney, Esq.
"In terms of being modernist and innovative, he's centuries ahead of anybody I know."
--Dennis Leroy Moore, Brecht Forum, New York City


Bro Muhajir
Another thing that can be said in your behalf is that you had good DNA to transmit to your children. And
you selected good mothers to nurture your seed and rear your children while you were out and about
struggling with your Nafs al-Ammara Bissu' (demons). Allah is the Best Knower. If you hadn't descended
into "Hell" you wouldn't be able to understand the depth of the despair and desperation that encompasses
so many of our Black Men, which also allows you to reach out to them and speak FOR them. Most often, it
is the one who has experienced the most intense of life's experiences who is best able to produce great art
that touches the heart. Can you imagine Aretha Franklin being able to sing " I Never Loved a Man" without
having her heart crushed? To quote one appropriate old gospel hymn: "Must Jesus bear the Cross alone and
all the World go Free? No, there's a cross for Everyone and there's a Cross for me."--Fahizah


People write this word on the wall as if it is something dirty and nasty. How can the organ through which
life is created be something nasty, not to be mentioned, as if it is vile?
And It ain't his--he don't have a pussy! When will men get this simple point?
We want to see people learn this information about themselves because there's other things to do in this
world, responsibilities, other people depending on them--men need to stop thinking about how many
pussies they can get with--how many women they have played when they have only played themselves--
start doing what real men do--start constructing their place in the world--be there for their children--
just as you are doing now, Muhajir (Marvin), helping your daughter with your grandson.
--Nisa Ra




Dear Marvin x,
It is not often that I write commentaries but you asked for some feedback.
You will not remember me because so many people must have come by your table. However, the title of
your book destabilized me so much so that I returned on Sunday - drove all the way from Delaware to
purchase the $5 mythology series. I strive not to use graphic language in my speech so it is jarring to see it
in text. I strive to avoid most graphic communicative language as much as possible, so I was surprised to find
myself intrigued and captivated by the boldness of the title. It was awkward experience to visit your table.
Perhaps because I am researching female circumcision in Africa which was a rite of passage ritual for me at
age 9.
We are a people coming to the truth too late. We have taught each other that one can only stand guard
over their own soul and that we are unable to be our communities keeper . I speak to my daughter and two
sons about the choices available to them today. I tell my children that they have absolute freedom of choice
to do whatever action they desire. But I also tell them that what they do not have is the freedom to choose
the consequences of those choices whether deliberate or unintentional. The laws of the universe; the laws of
nature; and also the laws of society determine the consequences of our choices. I tell them the truth not so
much that they will change the world but that they can protect, guard and armor themselves. Ultimately, we are all individually responsible for whatever choices we make.
Slavery and its aftermath did not happen in a vacuum. In Africa, Africans sold Africans into slavery;
colonialism was only able to flourish because African chiefdom's worked against themselves and each other
(then and now); its African women who accept and engage in polygamy (then and now); its African women
who circumcise the girl child (then and now); it’s a black women beauty industry that mutilate ’s African hair
(then and now); and the list could go on…... It’s not that I am without hope but it’s a lonely place to be
when one can see past the rhetoric. Traumatized and broken we are a people coming to the truth too late.
In many, many areas of our lives the “horse has already left the barn.”
Perhaps there should be a Mythology Eight that attempts to address what could be done after the horse has
left the barn…..?
Kenya
Kenyalyn Makone-Anunda


Beloved Ones,
Forty years ago, I had a very backward, chauvinistic view of women, and battered and abused some good
sisters. Like all such gender criminals, I projected my insecurities on my victims. Since then, I turned my
hypocritical life around, but found that the obscene damage that I had done left deep scars. Many times we
cry out in our contemporary pain,
after waking up and realizing our transgressions. But we must understand that there are laws in this grand
Universe which operate whether we realize it or not. Eastern philosophy defines these laws as Karma. Yes,
it is wonderful that we come to our senses, over many decades, and discover true maturity. However, that
which was done in the Past might still affect our lives in the Present. I hope that we brothers all realize our
past heinous acts were no better than the oppressors we continue to struggle against today. Many of us
have been forgiven by our former mates. But can we forgive ourselves by walking a different Walk in this 21
Century New World? The youths and kids need us healed, and healing as fathers, brothers, uncles, elders and loving friends.
Truly we are the leaders that we have been hoping and praying for!
In Love and Struggle


Askia Toure

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

My Angel came by today

My Angel came by today
 Lakeshore Ave., Oakland CA


Marvin X on the balcony of  the Cliff House Restaurant, Ocean Beach, San Francisco, April 9, 2019, celebrating the 86th birthday of the Most Honorable Dr. Nathan Hare, Father of Black and Ethnic Studies in America
photo Adam Turner



Cover design Adam Turner
Photo Marvin X
Alicia Mayo

My Angel came by today
Academy of da Corner, Lakeshore Ave., Oakland
Long time no see Angel
she came today
Angels come to bless
She blessed me and all who came by
Academy of da Corner
Angel down fa knowledge
people came no money
Angel paid for books
especially women
Angels love women
Had man Angel at Academy of da Corner, 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland
Man Angel
blessed all women with no money
Said he wasn't blessing men only women
Female Angel didn't say but did same
I don't know why Angels love women
Do women have Angel hearts souls minds spirits
Today my Angel in sorrow
Dr. Julia Hare transition
She blessed women with Julia's books
my books too
Somebody asked Angel my wife?
No Angel wife
Between Angel and wife
Give me Angel!
Angel pure blessings
love for love
no love hate love
Give me pure love Angel love
no stress zone love
Angel love
Angel's love for Goddess/God
Angel love unconditional sacred holy love
Can't abuse Angel love
wife love abuse not Angel love
Angel love too strong
Rasta man/woman vibration strong
God sent Angel love
Can't box with God
God don't like ugly
Respect Angels
They Special
Sacred holy.
--Marvin X
4/30/19
Academy of da Corner, Lakeshore, Oakland

FYI, Marvin X will be signing his latest book Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Oakland, 2019, 289 pages, Saturday, Sunday at the Bay Area Book Festival, Berkeley. He will be at the National Writers Union booth #146.

FYI, on May 29, 2019, in celebration of his 75th birthday,  the poet will release his magnum opus, Mythology of Pussy and Dick, Poetic Notes on the Human Condition in the #Metoo Era, Black Bird Press, Oakland, approx. 400 pages, limited edition, numbered and signed, donation $99.95. Order by Credit card, PayPal, et al., call 510-575-7148. Not available in bookstores or Amazon.com. This a Black Independence project. Credit cards acceptable.






Saturday, April 20, 2019

Some ancestors ain't nothin nice

Some Ancestors Ain't Nothin Nice


Ancestors
Who are the real motherfuckers
who fucked our fathers and mothers
onto good ship jesus
door of no return
sea of blood and bones
sharks and wail
who sold us to the ghost
Baraka say
ancestors we call you in the name of nigguhs
black nigguhs in the hoods of america
not pseudo black kemetic fakes and frauds
scared to see the new imperial king of the realm
too blind by the Sun of Ra to find a bone at pyramid
search in vain year after year
earth is ours
no matter Africa
no matter Arabia
no matter Asia
no matter Americas
no matter Europe
earth is the black man's land
Gullahland is Africa
Africa is Mississippi Alabama Georgia, New Orleans
claim land forever hold tongues
see pyramids of Louisiana Moorish mounds
Seminoles of Florida
Gullahs Geeches up and down coast
ancestors all
fucked by the motherfucker
king and queen motherfucker son of a bitch
male rape child rape mother rape by devil king and queen
massa mistress
miss ann mr ann
motherfuckers all
guilty
charged
Sun Ra say pay
Africa pay too like the white man/woman  devil pay
yeah, Africa pay
gold diamonds precious metals everywhere
pay
no pay europe and pay negro
you  african motherfucker led us to ship with red flag
through door of no return
warrior now bitch
pants sagging bitch
raped in front of women/children
man whore kept us alive sexing master
massa wanted all women men  children
greedy bastard
talk of king's english
fuck english
fuck every word of it
fuck you too
you speak it
love it
seek to purify it
don't say n word
b word
mf
f
p
d
fake asses
let ancestors be cursed for their iniquities
debaucheries
selling of souls in centuries of time
you call them holy
call Mississippi holy
call Alabama Georgia Louisiana Carolina holy ground
marsh swamp bayous rivers creeks
holy trees of strange fruit blood wine
call ancestors from woods forests
call from  pine trees moss wood
call rice cane cotton fields
plantation
wicked cities of death in the family
Clara wanted to put head in oven
in detroit of her time
Elijah drunk as a coot she said
Master Fard came selling red silk
same red we followed to shore
red for blood
king sold farmer to ghost, Baraka said
Baraka say railroad in ocean bottom
filled with bones
ancestor bones resisted wailed cried shitted
vile moans shouts screams to the motherfucker
son of a bitch ancestor king
pitted tribe against tribe warrior against warrior
man against woman for trinkets barrels of rum
we yet praise them
in our abject ignorance
culture of madness and gold
madness and diamonds
madness and chopped hands clitoris legs
no end even today
kings and queens alive and well
presidents prime ministers
working overtime to feed themselves full
as we whore and rape each other into night of full moon
where silence is loud world over
silence of hunger disease
silence of ignorance demands king for life
never end terror
never avenge righteous
plunder til new kingdom comes
wicked reduced to dust
motherfucker receives his fucking
Amen.
--Marvin X
4.17.09

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Parable of the rich man and his son


A rich man called to bless his friend but the friend's phone was off so he missed the call. Later he saw the rich man had called so when he returned the call, the rich man told him he needed to keep his phone on because he wouldn't know when somebody wanted to bless him. And the clean and sober rich man chided his friend, "And you need to stop drinking that alcohol so you can answer your phone!" The friend told the rich man where he would be working this day. The rich man asked how long he would be there? The friend said all day. The rich man said okay, I might come through. After a short time the rich man arrived with his wife and handed his friend a wad of money. The friend was busy with a customer and had other money in his hand so he didn't bother to count the bills from the rich man until he finished with his customer. It was a generous donation so he thanked the rich man for his generosity. The friend knew God/Allah sent this blessing because he needed to make a trip to visit sick relatives but the money he had was for other projects. Now he could visit his relatives. The rich man's wife so something she wanted buy from the friend but when they friend tried to give it to her for free, she refused to take it for free, instead she opened an envelop and gave him a small but generous donation. The friend asked the rich man if it was ok to accept this donation from his wife, after all, the rich man had been generous and the friend didn't was to appear greedy. The rich man said it was ok with him because it was her money, even though he had given it to her. He said they were going to a restaurant for dinner and would talk later. They departed.

Since he was blessed, he packed the items he was selling and departed home, first stopping by the grocery store for a few items to eat. As he was pushing the shopping cart down aisle, a young man came up beside him that he didn't immediately recognize and when he did, he refused to acknowledge he knew the young man who kept calling him unk, unk, unk. It was the rich man's son he hadn't seen in a long time and he seemed to have aged from the stress of life, even though his father was rich. The friend told the son he had something for him and to meet him outside the store. They arrived at the cashier stands across from each other. The son could see his "unk" handed the cashier a hunid dollar bill as she packed his bags. They walked outside and the friend went to his car to get a gift for his "nephew".The adopted nephew thanked his unk. Unk said,"So how you doing man, what's up? When you talk with your father? The nephew replied, "I talked with him last night." The friend said,"You know your father's rich, boy, you need to straighten up so you can accept your kingdom."
The nephew said,"Yeah, him and my mom be going on cruises every week!" The friend/unk repeated, "You need to straighten up so you can accept your kingdom! So how you doing otherwise?"
"Shit, unk, I'm flat broke." Unk reached into his pocket and handed his nephew fifty dollars." The young man thanked his unk and they departed. The friend thought about how many times the rich man had told him his son was an ungrateful bastard!
--Marvin X
4/13/19

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Breaking News: Dr. Nathan Hare hospitalized

Breaking News

Dr. Nathan Hare hospitalized due to a possible stroke. He is fine and should be released tomorrow.


Sunset at Ocean Beach, San Francisco
photo Adam Turner

I am Queen Julia



Queen Julia Speaks

In the name of Oshun  Yemanja
goddesses of oceans seas rivers steams
love me in my eternity
spirit essence
indomitable
unsurpassed  
unequal
with all my breath
I spoke truth to power
beyond fortune fame
I did not come in the name of gold
my name is worth more than gold
I came in the name of beauty and truth
study my words
study my life as queen wife
nathan hare
 my king for life
Sisters
I swam out to me my king
I didn't wait for my ship to come in
my message to sisters
love yourself
only then
you can love your mate
love is all 
nothing else
no money
no shoes
dresses
wigs
love is all 
no need new lovers
same lover
different name
don't focus on problem
find solution
new relation
same problem
you
woman/man in mirror
look
love you
then somebody else
must be  friend
to have  friend
must be lover
to be loved
enjoy good times
when bad times come
roll with punches
don't  flee
another lover
same problems
different name.
--Marvin X
4/11/19



Dr. Nathan Hare enjoyed his 86th birthday at San Francisco's Cliff House on Ocean Beach. We selected the Cliff House because he and Julia (RIP) lived in the area during the 1968 BSU/Third World Strike at San Francisco State University to establish Black and Ethnic Studies. When I drove him to Ocean Beach shortly after the demise of his wife of 62 years, he suddenly came alive with memories of eating at the Cliff House, jogging on the beach and sipping wine by the fireplace at their apartment. I invited Julia's close friend, Amelia Ashley-Ward, Publisher of the San Francisco Sun Reporter. Although Amelia said she was on her way to SF City Hall to observe a meeting on the closing of Juvenile Hall, she agreed to meet us at 7PM.



Dr. Nathan Hare, Marvin X, Amelia Ashley-Ward, Publisher of the San Francisco Sun Reporter Newspaper at San Francisco's Cliff House Restaurant for Dr. Hare's 86 b day
photo Adam Turner

We wanted a seat by the window but had to wait, so we went out on the balcony for photographer Adam Turner to depict Dr. Hare looking at the ocean. It was too cold and windy for Amelia, so she went inside during the photo shoot.


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let light of truth shine
Julia Oshun
Julia Yemanja
Julia Isis searching earth for king's manhood Osiris Nathan Hare
crucified on cross of blackness consciousness community
black studies
black studies community model
no academia tenured negro finality
black studies
community
Julia
Harriet Tubman womanhoood
Sojourner Truth womanhood
Ida B. Wells womanhood
Amy Marcus Garvey womanhood
Clara Muhammad womanhood
Dr. Betty Shabazz womanhood
Queen Mother Moore Reparations womanhood
Sharazad Ali
Pam Africa
Angela Davis
Dessie X
Edith Austin
Kathleen Cleaver
Erika Huggins
Fania Davis
Angela Blackwell
Latifa Simon
Amelia Ashley
London Breed
Kamala Harris
Mechelle Obama
Mae Mallory
Fannie Lou Hamer "Tired of sick and tired, tired of being sick and tired!"

Jesus Julia
Woman, where  husband?
Woman at well said,
"Savior, I have  none!"
What Jesus  tell whore,
"Hoe' go
sin no mo'!"
Wait. What JC say,
"He/she without sin
cast first stone!"

Julia told pimp/hustler/dope dealer authors, Fillmore Slim, Mickey Moore, Gansta Brown, Jimmy Star, et al, "Don't feel guilty about your pimping/hustling life. We got ecclesiastical pimps every Sunday morning."

--Marvin X
4/11/19


Beyond horizon
beyond eternity
beyond oceans seas rivers
I see my lover Julia
calling me to join her
how can I be without her
what is life without my lover
I must join her
see her soon
how can she leave me here alone
this wretched earth
without my love supreme
thank you marvin x
returning me to Cliff House
julia and I dined  many times
in those days the Fat Lady laughed at Ocean Beach
we loved her laugh
as back then
tonight
Ocean Beach is cold
Julia and I loved our apartment fire place
used to light fire
drink wine
as the fire burned
look into each other's eyes
look of love
Oh, those days of love at Ocean Beach
thank you Marvin X
for tonight
thank you Amelia for coming too
thank you Adam for recording this moment
in eternity.
--Marvin X
4/11/19
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Cling to elders
stand on shoulders
devour elder wisdom
stupid shit
throw in dustbin of history
absorb what you can
you 21
elder 75,85, 95
what do you know
why reinvent wheel
break dance hip hop joy
hip hop freedom break dance
rap for freedom
fuck pussy and dick rap
rap liberation
Palestine style
Iraq Afghanistan
Syria Libya
no pants sagging
war
how you sag in war zone
usa war zone
mama cry every time you leave house
will black son come home
mama cry


por favor
spit
conscious rap
no P and D
pussy dick rap
Sun Ra say
Marvin X say
spit P and D
if you know
mythology pussy and dick
myth/ritual of Pussy and dick
you don't own the pussy
you don't own dick
chattel slavery over
chattel real, i.e., personal property
real estate: all other forms of ownership
you chattel real 400 years
now you married in chattel real?
Woman said, "I know I'm just a slave/ho in disguise of a wife!"
thank you Julia and Nathan, 62 years of marriage. These days we can't endure 62 minutes!Yes, I speak for myself."



Over dinner, we discussed many things, e.g., how Dr. Julia Hare mentored and advised Amelia, especially while raising her man child in the promised land as a single parent. Dr. Hare recalled those phone calls. Dr. Hare reminded Amelia that when Julia was asked a difficult question, she would turn to him for the answer as Amelia waited on the phone. Dr. Hare said he deeply appreciated Amelia and I for giving Julia memorial services in San Francisco and Oakland. 

Dr. Hare, Amelia and Marvin deciding what to eat.
photo Adam Turner

Dr. Hare ordered crab cakes, Amelia, Adam and I ordered New York steak. The men enjoyed a bottle of Merlot, Amelia drank ice tea. Amelia showed us the many pics of  herself with VIPs, including Senator Kamala Harris, Mayor London Breed, Barack and Mechelle Obama, Dick Gregory, et al. Dr. Hare said, "People want to know what I am going to do in my apartment by myself. Do you think I am scare of ghosts? I'm a scientist, I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in God, you must prove to me God exists!"

We were all full after the meal and didn't want dessert but the Cliff House gave Dr. Hare something special for his birthday. 



Dr. Nathan Hare, 86
photo Adam Turner


"Hapi b day, Dr. Nathan Hare. We love you madly!"
--Marvin X
photo Adam Turner


A drink of Melot for Julia at the Cliff House

This sip of  Melot is for you
my darling dear
Julia
let you enjoy this sip of your love
sweet wine of your love
62 years of  love
Julia
you are my essence
my reason to smile
my reason of  joy
yes
you came of  age with me
transcended the
black bourgeoisie world of make believe
conspicuous consumption
Frazier talked about
Black Bourgeoisie
no bourgeoisie you
after my revolutionary lessons
you listened learned
no more world of make believe
black nationalism world
black love lives world
Amina Baraka says
my husband educated me
Julia same
my husband made me a revolutionary!
I thank him
Nathan
darling dear
thank you
thank you
thank you
--marvin x

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Parable of No Fall Insurance

Poet Marvin X, Sister Debbie, Brother Tommy

Consciousness and prayerfulness is the only insurance against falling. In youth, the African proverb says to stumble is not to fall but to go forward faster. In elderhood, a fall can be fatal, can end life.
There was a man who descended steps without watching his steps, soon he fell. To fall in youth is no matter, to fall in elderhood can be fatal, especially when no one is with the elder, thus he falls alone and msay remain so for days unto death. So take care of elders. How you take care of elders will determine how youth and young adults shall take care of you. How you treat your teachers will determine how your students shall treat you. Honor your teachers and your students shall honor you!e

I love Cydni  Lauper's Time After Time, especially the Miles Davis versions in Japan and Germany. But imagine the message, "If you fall, I will catch you, time after time, time after time." We must be there to catch our elders from falling, time after time. And there shall be those who shall catch us time after time, the next generation of children and youth. Let the circle be unbroken! Let the dead, living and yet unborn be blessed with this surety of truth and good deeds to those deserving such.

Let children honor elders, let elders honor children. No fall insurance. No Sisyphus syndrome, no rock up the hill to fall again for eternity. Catch the rock, catch the baton across the finish line. No stumble no fall, no woman no cry!

We must pray descending every step, praise your Lord and watch that last step across the finish line.
The last step will get you, deceive you with the slip of your mind that you have finished the Sisyphusian myth yet one step remains. Guard against being deceived by self.
--Marvin X
4/9/19

Monday, April 8, 2019

The Marvin X Family Memorial for three first cousins in Sacramento today

The Marvin X Jackmon/Murrill/Conley/Benjamin/Lee 
Family Memorial for Cousins Stan, Faye and Sandra Murrill 
Sacramento 4/8/19

"My God, be strong my brother!"--Dr. Cornel West to Marvin X on learning of the transition of X's cousins in Sacramento, West's hometown. FYI, West's cousin, Kwame Satterfield, is Marvin's stepson. What a small and wonderful world!

 Stan the Man!

Faye and Sandra Murrill

This morning I rode to Sacramento with my daughter, Attorney Amira Jackmon, and granddaughter Naima to attend the memorial service for my three first cousins, Stan, Faye and Sandra Murrill, siblings who died within three weeks from various causes. We arrived in Sac at the hall where the memorial took place. My daughter was hesitant about attending as she doesn't know her paternal cousins, but once there she fell into the groove of discovering her relatives on my side of the family. She knew a few of them but not most of them, especially those her age and younger. My granddaughter hardly knew any of them. 

Marvin X, Sister Debbie and Brother Tommy

As I sat next to my sister Debbie with our baby brother, Tommy, I asked Naima did she know Tommy is my brother, She replied yes since she had attended a party at his house over the weekend in Sacramento. My cousin Rodney Murrill came over to our table and chatted. We used to look so much alike people confused me with him and him with me. Then I embraced one of my cousin Kathy's daughters, Amber, that so resembled my sister Suzy it was frightening. DNA is a mother! My nephew Monti Hall and his son, Chris, sat down at our table. Although Monti Hall interviewed me for a grad school paper for his MSW at USC, and I thought so highly of the paper that I made it the preface to my Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X, Monti had no seen a printed copy of the book so I gave him a copy and his son, Chris, as well. My brother Tommy immediately asked Monti to autograph his copy. In the deep structure of this family conversation is the fact that my brother Tommy, my nephew Monti and my son, Marvin K, grew up as brothers, and all three became estranged from me for various reasons, partly political because although I refused to serve in the US military, Tommy and Monti joined the Navy and Army respectively and essentially became right wing Negroes who wanted nothing to do with my radical ideological notions. But Monti reconciled with me enough to interview me for his MSW. Tommy told one of my sisters, "I love my brother, Marvin, we just opposites!" My son, Marvin, doesn't deal with me at all. No matter!

The memorial service began with my departed cousin Faye's son, Byron, officiating. Byron noted that his mother had taught him how to handle details, and he learned well from his mother. For example, Byron is a manager at the DMV in Oakland. When I came to the DMV to renew my driving license, Bryon was on his job. When a clerk told me I needed a certain amount of money to renew, and I didn't have the money on my, Byron said, "Cuz, don't come to the DMV with no money!" I departed to the bank to get some money and returned to handle my bizness. 

Byron told the story of being in the car with his mother and aunt, Sandra. He said one was hot and one was cold, so he didn't know what to do. He thought of turning on the heater and letting the window down simultaneously. Perhaps the sisters were going through menopause. And then he spoke his uncle Stan II, the wild man, hustler, revolutionary, Stan the Man, Butterball, the man everyone loved because he had a heart of gold and was, in the family tradition, raw and blunt to the max. But Stan had a certain charisma that was overwhelming. Byron and other nephews and nieces spoke on his ability to attract people, especially, women with his charming good looks, Jesus hair style and clean dressing. 

Byron was followed by Ron Conley, maternal uncle of the deceased, but he was overwhelmed by the moment. Two nephews testified how their aunts treated them but most especially how Stan gave them manhood training when they visited for summers. Let's be clear, this family drama began in Fresno, no matter the Murrills, Conleys, Jackmons, and even the Lee's, although they mostly lived in Modesto where the oldest Murrill brother, Adam, resided. Marvin's favorite cousin was Carol Lee, daughter of Adam. As a teenager, Marvin used to party with his cousins in Modesto. They were into Jazz, Johnny Walker Red, MJQ, Ahmad Jamal, as well as Sam Cooke. The last time Marvin saw Sam Cooke was at a concert in Stockton that he attended with his Modesto cousins. One of the Modesto cousins came to him at the memorial, reminding him who she was and gave him the health status of his Modesto cousins. 

The truth is that many family members who had lived in the central valley, Fresno, Modesto, Madera, Merced, eventually moved up the valley  to Sacramento, including the Murrill's, Lee's, Benjamin's, Conley's and Jackmon's.

Nieces told of how detailed Faye was, how into fashion Sandra was, who told them the seasonal fashion colors that they cared nothing about. But even on dialysis, they said Sandra went in fashion. Cousin Connie's sons, Alphonso and Eric, told of how their Uncle Stan gave them game and manhood training. 

Murrill/Jackmon family, left to right: LaTanya Murrill Toney, Amira Jackmon, Rodney Murrill, Debra Jackmon, Patsy Murrill, Marvin X, Tommy Murrill Willis, Monti Hall, Naima Jackmon Douglas

After I spoke saying my cousins were like brothers and sisters, somebody shouted, "Sometimes better than brothers and sisters!" I continued, "But my uncle Stan was not only the single father of six children, he was my surrogate father as well, the man determined to make me a man in the absence of my father. Further, in adulthood, when I visited Sacramento as a writer, Stan, Sandra, Faye and their siblings supported me. When I was a featured author at the Sacramento Black Book Fair, Stan kicked it with me at my hotel suite, but when he requested I come spend the night on his couch, I declined his hospitality although I loved him madly, yet, I told the audience, Stan loved me more than I loved myself. He spoke of me constantly, even in my absence. He distributed my books in his apartment complex and throughout the hood. He took me to his neighbor's apartment, Fillmore Slim, who purchased my books and has been a friend ever since. I ended the comments section of the service with a recitation of Surah Al Fatihah in Arabic, then the repast began.


We give thanks and praise to Bryon Murrill for organizing this memorial under great stress, trauma and grief. We pray our family will heal in due time. As the Qur'an says, "After difficulty comes ease!"
--Marvin X
4/8/19