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*CONTEMPORARY USA LITERATURE
2 de julio 6 de agosto 2016 / 3pm 5pm
Coordinador: Reygar Bernal
SOS
2.
From Sartre, a white man, it gave
the last breath. And we beg him die,
before he is killed. Plastique, we
do not have, only thin heroic blades.
The razor. Our flail against them, why
you carry knives? Or brutalized lumps of
heart? Why you stay, where they can
reach? Why you sit, or stand, or walk
in this place, a window on a dark
warehouse. Where the minds packed in
straw. New homes, these towers, for those
lacking money or art. A cult of death,
need of the simple striking arm under
the streetlamp. The cutters, from under
their rented earth. Come up, black dada
nihilismus. Rape the white girls. Rape
their fathers. Cut the mothers' throats.
Black dada nihilismus, choke my friends
in their bedrooms with their drinks spilling
and restless for tilting hips or dark liver
lips sucking splinters from the master's thigh
Black scream
and chant, scream,
and dull, un
earthly
hollering. Dada, bilious
what ugliness, learned
in the dome, colored holy
shit (i call them sinned
or lost
burned masters
of the lost
nihil German killers
all our learned
art, 'member
what you said
money, God, power,
a moral code, so cruel
it destroyed Byzantium, Tenochtitlan, Commanch
(got it, Baby!
For tambo, willie best, dubois, patrice, mantan, the
bronze buckaroos.
for Jack Johnson, asbestos, tonto, buckwheat,
billie holiday
For tom russ, l'ouverture, vesey, beau jack,
(may a lost god damballah, rest or save us
against the murders we intend
against his lost white children
black dada nihilismus
African blues
does not know me. Their steps, in sands
of their own
land. A country
in black & white, newspapers
blown down pavements
of the world. Does
not feel
what I am.
Strength
Leroy
I can pray
all day
& God
wont come.
But if I call
911
The Devil
Be here
in a minute!
humph!
you might be surprised right out the window, whistling dixie on the way in.
An Agony. As Now.
I am inside someone
who hates me. I look
out from his eyes. Smell
what fouled tunes come in
to his breath. Love his
wretched women.
The syncopation of
Fletcher Henderson
The Kiplingesque lines
Of James Weldon Johnson
Black Eagle
Mickey Mouse
The Bach Family
Sunday School
Even Mayor La Guardia
Who read the comics
Is more appealing than
Your version of
What Lies Ahead
In your world of
Tomorrow Humor
Will be locked up and
The key thrown away
The public address system
Will pound out headaches
All day
Everybody will wear the same
Funny caps
And the same funny jackets
Enchantment will be found
Expendable, charm, a
Luxury
Love and kisses
A crime against the state
Duke Ellington will be
Ordered to write more marches
For the people, naturally
Make it by steamboat
I likes to take it real slow.
many mirrors
mirrors
into a mirror
belch
I AM BAD
I am a beautiful woman
I am a gazelle so swift -
so swift - you can't catch me
I mean...I...can fly
like a bird in the sky...
The True Import of Present Dialogue: Black vs. Negro (For Peppe, Who Will
Ultimately Judge Our Efforts)
Nigger
Can you kill
Can you kill
Can a nigger kill
Can a nigger kill a honkie
Can a nigger kill the Man
Can you kill nigger
Huh? nigger can you
kill
Do you know how to draw blood
Can you poison
Can you stab-a-Jew
Can you kill huh? nigger
Can you kill
Can you run a protestant down with your
'68 El Dorado
(that's all they're good for anyway)
Can you kill
Can you piss on a blond head
Can you cut it off
Can you kill
A nigger can die
We ain't got to prove we can die
We got to prove we can kill
They sent us to kill
Japan and Africa
We policed Europe
Can you kill
Can you kill a white man
Can you kill the nigger
in you
Can you make your nigger mind
die
Can you kill your nigger mind
And free your black hands to
strangle
Can you kill
Can a nigger kill
Can you shoot straight and
Fire for good measure
Can you splatter their brains in the street
Can you kill them
Can you lure them to bed to kill them
We kill in Viet Nam
for them
We kill for UN & NATO & SEATO & US
And everywhere for all alphabet but
BLACK
Can we learn to kill WHITE for BLACK
Learn to kill niggers
Learn to be Black men
Beautiful Black Men
Nikki-Rosa
1 Musical artists and groups popular in the 1960s. Butler (b. 1939), rhythm and blues singer.
Pickett (b. 1941) soul singer. The Impressions was a soul group. The Temptations was a Motown
group. Sly Stone (b. 1944), lead singer of the soul, funk, and rock group Sly and the Family
Stone.
you always remember things like living in Woodlawn2
with no inside toilet
and if you become famous or something
they never talk about how happy you were to have your mother
all to yourself and
how good the water felt when you got your bath from one of those
big tubs that folks in chicago barbecue in
and somehow when you talk about home
it never gets across how much you
understood their feelings
as the whole family attended meetings about Hollydale
and even though you remember
your biographers never understand
your fathers pain as he sells his stock
and another dream goes
and though youre poor it isnt poverty that
concerns you
and though they fought a lot
it isnt your fathers drinking that makes any difference
but only that everybody is together and you
and your sister have happy birthdays and very good christmasses
and I really hope no white person ever has cause to write about me
because they never understand Black love is Black wealth and theyll
probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that
all the while I was quite happy
1968
i have been a
way so long
once after college
i returned tourist
style to watch all
the niggers killing
themselves with
3 for oners3
blk/rhetoric
in the night
in my half hour
negro dreams
i hear voices knocking at the door
i see walls dripping screams up
and down the halls
won't someone open
the door for me? won't some
one schedule my sleep
and don't ask no questions?
noise.
like when he took me to his
home away from home place
and i died the long sought after
death he'd planned for me.
Yeah, bessie he put in the bacon
and it overflowed the pot.
and two days later
when i was talking
i started to grin.
as everyone knows
i am still grinning,
i mean
we bees real
bad.
we gots bad songs
sung on every station
we gots some bad NATURALS
on our heads
and brothers gots
some bad loud (fo real)
dashiki threads
on them.
i mean when
we dance u know we be doooen it
when we talk
we be doooen it
when we wrap
we be doooen it
and
when we love.well.yeh. u be knowen
bout that too. (un-huh!)
we got some BAAADDD
thots and actions
like off those white mothafuckers
and rip if off if it aint nailed
down and surround those wite/
knee/grow/pigs &dont let them
live to come back again into
our neighborhoods (in Mullen, 2001: 62).
poem at thirty
it is midnight
no magical bewitching
hour for me
i know only that
i am here waiting
remembering that
once as a child
desert patterns,
this woman, wet with wandering,
reviving the beauty of forests and winds
is telling you secrets
gather up your odors and listen
as she sings the mold from memory.
there is no place
for a soft/black/woman.
there is no smile green enough or
summertime words warm enough to allow my growth.
and in my head
i see my history
standing like a shy child
and i chant lullabies
as i ride my past on horseback
tasting the thirst of yesterday tribes
hearing the ancient / black / woman
me, singing hay-hay-hay-hay-ya-ya-ya
hay-hay-hay-hay-ya-ya-ya
like a slow scent
beneath the sun
and i dance my
creation and my grandmothers gathering
from my bones like great wooden birds
spread their wings
while their long / legged / laughter
stretches the night.
and i taste the
seasons of my birth. mangoes. papayas.
drink my woman / coconut / milks
stalk the ancient grandfathers
sipping on proud afternoons
walk with a song round my waist
tremble like a new / born / child troubled
with new breaths
and my singing
becomes the only sound of a
blue / black / magical / woman. walking.
womb ripe. walking. loud with mornings. walking
making pilgrimage to herself. walking.
1974
A critic advises
not to write on controversial subjects
like freedom or murder,
but to treat universal themes
and timeless symbols
like the white unicorn.
A white unicorn?
Ballad of Birmingham
Langston Blues
So let us sing
a Langston Blues
sing a lost
Langston blues
long gone song
for Langston Hughes
Ill bet that in a hundred years the poems the Russian people will read, sing and love
Will be the poems about his mothers death, his unfaithful mistress, or his
wine, roses and nightingales,
Not the poems about steel furnaces, the trans-Caucasus Canal, or the sugar
beet industry.
A poet writes about what he feels, what agitates his heart and sets his pen in motion.
Not what some apparatchnik dictates, to promote his own career or theories.
When people love, they bathe with sweet-smelling soap, splash their bodies
with perfume or cologne,
Shave, and comb their hair, and put on gleaming silken garments,
Speak softly and kindly and study their beloved to anticipate and satisfy her
every desire.
After loving theyre relaxed and happy and friends with all the world.
Whats wrong with love, beauty, joy and peace?
If Josephine had given Napoleon more loving, he wouldnt have sown the
meadows of Europe with skulls.
If Hitler had been happy in love, he wouldnt have baked people in ovens.
So dont tell me its trivial and a cop-out to write about love and not about
Miami.
On
We real cool.
We left school.
We lurk late.
We strike straight.
We sing sin.
We thin gin.
We jazz june.
We die soon.
8.- Ntozake Shange
For Colored Girls (excerpt)
i
Have Arrived
i am the
New Negro
i
am the result of
President Lincoln
World War I
and Paris
the
Red Ball Express4
white drinking fountains
sitdowns and
sit-ins
Federal Troops
Marches on Washington
and
prayer meetings . . . .
today
They hired me
it
is a status
job . . . . .
along
with my papers
They
gave me my
Status Symbol . . .
the
key
to the
White
Locked
JOHN
1964
4 Title of a 1952 film starring Sidney Poitier as a member of a famous trucking unit among U.S.
troops in the Korean War.
I Am a Black Woman
I am a black woman
the music of my song
some sweet arpeggio of tears
is written in a minor key
and I
can be heard humming in the night
Can be heard
humming
in the night.
I
am a black woman
tall as a cypress
strong
beyond all definition still
defying place
and time
and circumstance
assailed
impervious
indestructible
Look
on me and be
renewed
5 Nat Turner, Virginia slave who was executed in1831 for leading a slave revolt.
6 A fishing town in Italy, which was the site of a bloodstained attack by the Germans on allied
forces in World War II.
7 The site of one of the last battles of the Korean War; it was ultimately abandoned by U.N.
forces after multiple attacks by the North Koreans. Da Nang was a major American base in South
Vietnam.
1969
i was sick
and my motha called me
tonight yeah, she did she
sd she was sorri
i was sick, but what
she wanted tuh tell
me was that i shud pray or
have her (hunky) preacher
pray for me. she sd. i
had too much hate in me
she sd u know the way yuh think is
got a lots to do
wid the way u feel, and i
agreed, told her i WAS angry a lot THESE days
and maybe my insides was too and she sd
why its somethin wrong wid yo mind girl
thats what it is
and i sd yes, i was aware a lot
lately and she sd if she had evah known educashun
woulda mad me crazi, she woulda neva sent me to
school (college that is)
she sd the way i worked my fingers to the bone in
this white mans factori to make u a de-cent some-
bodi and here u are actin not like decent folks
talkin bout hatin white folks & revolution
& such and runnin round with NegroEs
WHO CURSE IN PUBLIC!!!! (she sd)
THEY COMMUNIST GIRL!!! DONT YUH KNOW THAT???
**DONT YOU READ***THE NEWSPAPERS?????
(and i sd)
i dont believe(and she sd) U DONT BELIEVE IN GOD
NO MO DO U?????
u wudnt raised that way! U gon die and go tuh HELL
and i sd i hoped it wudnt be NO HUNKIES there
and she sd
what do u mean, there is some good white people and some
bad ones, just like there is negroes
and i says i had neva seen ONE (wite good that is) but
she sd negroes aint readi, i know this and
deep in yo heart you do too and i sd yes u right
negroes aint readi and she sd
why just the utha day i was in the store and there was
uh negro packin clerk put uh colored womans ice cream
in her grocery bag widout wun of them dont melt bags
and the colored ladi sd to the colored clerk
how do u know mah ice cream aint gon tuh melt befo I
git home.
clerk sd. i dont and took the ice cream
back out and put it in wun of them stay hard
bags,
and me and that ladi sd see see, ne-groes dont treat
nobody right why that clerk packin groceries was un
grown main, acted mad, white folks wudnt treat yuh that
way, why when i went tuh the BANK the otha day to de-
posit some MONEY
this white man helped me fast and nice. u gon die girl
and go tuh hell if yuh hate white folks. i sd, me and
my friends could dig it . . . hell, that is
she sd du u pray? i sd sorta when i hear Coltrane8 and
she sd if yuh read yuh bible itll show u read genesis
revelation and she couldnt remember the otha chapter
i should read but she sd what was in the Bible was
happnin now, fire & all and she sd just cause i didnt
believe the bible dont make it not true
(and i sd)
just cause she believed the bible didnt make it true
and she sd it is it is and deep deep down
in yo heart u know its true
(and i sd)
it must be d
eeeep
she sd i mon pray fuh u tuh be saved. i sd thank yuh.
but befo she hung up my motha sd
well girl, if yuh need me call me
i hope we dont have to straighten the truth out no mo.
i sd i hoped we didnt too
(it was 10 P.M. when she called)
she sd, i got tuh go so i can git up early tomorrow
and go tuh the social security board to clarify my
record cause i need my money.
work hard for 30 yrs. and they dont want tuh give me
$28.00 once every two weeks,
it must be
deeeeep . . .
1969
It Is Deep
(dont never forget the bridge
that you crossed over on)
me?
i never could keep my edges and kitchen
straight
even after
supercool / straighterPerm had burned
whiteness onto my scalp
my edges and kitchen didnt
ever get the message that they
was not supposed to go back home.
oh yeah. edges and kitchens
will tell that they know where
they natchal home is at!
1969
I
is the total black, being spoken
from the earths inside.
There are many kinds of open
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
how sound comes into a word, colored
by who pays what for speaking.