Archive for November, 2009

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Some Things I Did When I Wasn’t Blogging

November 30, 2009

  1. -I had Thanksgiving dinner for the first time at a buffet. It was lots of fun. No dishes. Same food. Easy to clean-up.

-My Dad took the bus from NYC to be with me and his granddaughter. It was an interesting experience. Some fatherhood posts are forthcoming.

-On my weekly trip to the library I picked up a couple of books that I read before (Naomi Shihab Nye’s You & Yours, and Lucille Clifton’s Voices) I think re-reading is so absolutely necessary. I think the meaning becomes clearer and strikes different chords on the second round, and third, fourth, etc.

 -I thought a lot about writing. Writing poems. Shaking the dust off a couple of essays I have rattling in my head which reminds me, I haven’t gotten paid for a piece I did for a local newspaper. I need to make a phone call tomorrow.

-I’ve been working on my grad school applications: requesting recommendation letters, slapping a few poems around like I’m a bad mama jamama (shut yo mouth) I’m really excited that I’ll only have to pay one application fee: compliments of being a Ronald E. McNair Scholar.

 -I watched the movie Hairspray with my daughter; It was set in Baltimore and since she’s a native of Baltimore it was interesting, though the film is set in the 1960s. I’m a huge fan of Queen Latifah and found the flick entertaining. Though, I couldn’t figure out why John Trovolta played a female character…? We also watched the beginning of Miss Jane Pittman. It’s hard to watch these films with children in the room. Kayla wants to know…why doesn’t the girl have shoes? Because she’s a slave. What’s a slave?

- I had a wonderful show last Monday on my radio show, Poet’s Corner. I have a new host, poet Carolyn Joyner, and we discussed political poems. We got quite a few calls. It’s a topic I’d like to explore more as it’s not discussed in a way that I find satisfying.

- I have yet to see the film Precious. I absolutely have to see it not so much because I think I’ll enjoy it but because I’m a culture critic; it’s my job to the a watchdog of sorts for black cinema.

-And finally, I’m looking for film enthusiasts. I’m a part of a team starting an online publication dedicated to black independent film. We could really use some interns, and film enthusiasts who don’t mine donating an article pro bono.

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Interview with Tara Betts

November 14, 2009

tara_bettsHow did you come up with the title? What does Arc & Hue mean?

The title, Arc & Hue, is culled from a poem in the first section about a little boy and I drawing on the sidewalks outside my mother’s house in Kankakee, IL. I kept thinking of how, as adults, we try to construct these moments so that children have, and hopefully later, recall having positive experiences with us.  I know that’s where the poem came from, but when the collection came together the last line of the poem embodied all that longing and potential nostalgia that is easily wiped away. This book grapples with that feeling of holding on to memories we create and letting them go to make room for the rest of our lives.  Some people have also hinted that Arc & Hue are two words that describe a woman of color.  I appreciate, this, but it was not intentional in writing this book or the poem.

 When did you encounter artist Makeba Kedem-DuBose and what informed your decision to place “Gathering Scene-Untitled #4” on the cover? 

I have been admiring Makeba’s work for the past 2 years actually. I actually met her through facebook! I found myself struggling to figure out what I wanted for the cover, and I knew I wanted to have artwork by a woman of color, particularly from the Chicago area. I kept looking but there were a few paintings that Makeba had done that just kept speaking to me. “Gathering Scene-Untitled #4” seemed to be a collective of spirits walking and surrounding a person.  I’ve often felt that I have ancestral spirits around me, and that it connected to the idea of the book so well. I asked Makeba hoping that she would let me use the painting and sent her the manuscript for Arc & Hue. She not only loved the poems, but was excited to share her work for the cover, and I hope this is a chance for people to get to know her work.

The first section engages the subject of the body–women’s bodies in particular–as a poet what kind of journey did this topic provide?

 As a poet, I think it helps us break down that divide between the cerebral and the physical. The two cannot exist in isolation from each other, but I’m also thinking that people still harbor so many secrets and taboos concerning the body that it makes it very easy for us to embrace sexist and repressive ideas or hate our bodies.  Although these poems may not address the body as radically as performance artist Annie Sprinkle, I think we have to openly address the body and women have to have conversations about choices they can make. How their bodies are seen by others, how do we see our own bodies and why do see them that way, what we choose to do with them, how do we avoid abuse-these are all big topics that I think women poets are just scratching the surface with their poems. Diane Wakowski, Anne Sexton, Nikky Finney, Ruth Forman and Julia de Burgos have addressed this for me in some ways, but there are so many ways we still have yet to explore in terms of talking about the body.

Is there a question you attempted to answer with this manuscript?arc&hue

There is not a question that Arc & Hue is attempting to answer per se. For me, this book is attempting to address the multiplicities of identity within one person. We have families, histories, names, friends and relationships that come and go, as well as cultural, class-based, and sexual identities, and all of these factors affect our lives. I think Arc & Hue starts with the idea of dismantling the exclusionary (especially with “Housekeeping” as the opening poem), then attempts to reveal what is there for people who are often considered marginal. Arc & Hue starts with a birth and works toward a progression of political awareness in poetic forms and lyric with a heavy narrative emphasis.

One More Chance

for Faith Evans

What happens when summer thickens

with notorious rhymes from Bed-Stuy,

when pulse quickens

heavy as thumping bass deep-fried?

There is a laying of hands on cheeks

more sincere than any bullet.

A chorus of chambered muscles speaks

in red tandem pairing.  A trigger pulled

fires our lips and skin into one long streak.

My eyelids shudder then blink.

He’s trapped in this delicate dance

too.  I nod and think

when the widow chanteuse sings,

baby, gimme one more chance.

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Flashback Fridays with Tinesha Davis

November 13, 2009

tineshadavisThis is the way it starts.

I’m writing a new book and like my last book (and probably the next book) it is set in the neighborhoods where I grew up.

This is how it begins. The reminiscing. The going back in the day, the urge to visit where I came from, the obsession to get it right.

This time my childhood friend, Tamika, is with me. I pick her up and the plan is to just hang out, but like all good hanging out we soon find ourselves laughing over the “old” days, the “way” it used to be. Over fried chicken liver and Texas Pete hot sauce at Pollard’s Chicken, we go over the people we knew. The people who lived in the same neighborhoods as us.  tinesha3

            “He’s dead. He is too. He just got outta jail, and she – oh she works at the Wal-Mart over there.”

            We leave the restaurant known for its gizzards and buttery puffs and without Tamika knowing it I take her on the drive that I usually make alone. The same drive my character Dominique takes in my novel Holler at tinesha2the Moon.

            “Mika, is The Scotsman still there?” I ask fully planning to stop and purchase something from the store housed with slightly irregular clothing. Back in the day, I got many-a-ill-fitting-outfit there. I planned to buy something in tribute.

            “Nah, but they have one in Janaf.” I nod my head. Another Scotsman won’t do. I grew up with the one in the Southern Shopping center.

            At Northside Park we share memories of walking the mile from our homes in Ocean Air Apartments to stand in a line that at times wrapped around the pool building. Once inside, we’d swim thirty allotted-minutes before the whistle blew signaling our time was up and it was a new batch of kids turn to frolic.

            We drive some more and share more memories that others would find depressing and dark. To us, they’re merely our childhood.

            “When they put these gates up in Hallmark?”

            “Its not Hallmark its Hallmart, I used to live here. Have no idea why they called it Hallmart though.”

            “That was the apartments’ name.”

            “Well damn, why didn’t they put up a sign?”

            “They did. They tore it down.”

            “Who tore it down?”

            “Mike, Shawn and ‘em.”

            As for the gates, I tell her they went up around ’91. The cops got tired of the drug boys, also known as the guys we grew up with, running through them and escaping. So they sealed off all escape routes. I remember. I remember Jamal got shot and killed when those cats from that other neighborhood were chasing him. Those gates stopped him from escaping them too.

            And I remember Ocean Air, now the face-lifted Mariners Watch. We point out the courts we used to live in. Me in the front, her towards the back. We point out the old candy store we used to frequent. In my novel I named it Sunny’s. Tamika reminds me its name was Crows.

            “That’s right.”

            “Girl, why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you with the details.”

            I look at her and for a second I am amazed.  I met this woman somewhere between the fifth and the sixth grade while trudging through the swampy land of “the creek” We were looking for an escape from our Ocean Air lives. We excelled at playing adventure. This woman who has witnessed it all up close and personal from back alley drug transactions where everything was traded but cash, to crap game stick-ups where shots were blasted before the robber realized the “kids” were playing with imagination and not money. She witnessed it all, from drug busts to murders to Russian-Roulette suicides (RIP Linwood).

Knowing what I know about our lives, I am amazed because Tamika should be hard. She should be damaged and mean and broken but she’s not. Instead, she sits beside me laughing and offering me her help. She has a sharp mind filled with the details of the neighborhoods I write about. This woman, my friend, Tamika has light in her voice and shine in her eyes and she reminds me why I am astounded by girls like us who grew up in neighborhoods like ours and still manage to come out hopeful.

Tinesha Davis is the author of All Black Girls Ain’t Got Rhythm, a collection of poetry and a debut novel Holler at the Moon. You can visit Tinesha at www.TineshaDavis.com

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Upcoming Reading

November 11, 2009

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Catching My Breath

November 10, 2009

ReadingatBordersIt feels like a week since I’ve had time to post.  But there’s good reason, I’ve been busy. I started a new gig with Split This Rock working with Sarah Browning & company (Melissa, Katherine, Jaime, Alicia, and Reggie), activist-poets based here in Washington. Here’s a short interview I did with Sarah on a previous blog, Poetic Notes, some years back.

Aside from all of the enthusiasm associated with landing a new gig, I’ve been reading a lot. I must have five or six different books spread across my bed. There’s Carolyn Forche’s Country Between Us which is growing on me. I’m not sure if I’ve encountered a narrative poet with this kind of force and beauty and high drama in my reading life.

There’s also Michael Harper’s Dear John, Dear Coltrane. His poems are sexy, not all cerebral like so many “name” poets. I found his poems about the death of his son especially touching. For some reason, I’m drawn to poems written by male poets, especially black male poets, that we often don’t read or hear about. I like those vulnerable poems that we once thought was the exclusive soverign of female writing. Also, there are new and fresh subject positions that Harper creates for this voice. This is also important. So many poets are writing from their own voices and not necessarily creating voices in the traditional way.

Oh, and I finally read for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf. Shange has an awesome ear and command of the language. Yet I found it a chore reading the text. The idea of this choreopoem is exquisite and it gave me some ideas for my own dramatic writing. I’d like to see this staged. Plays are truly meant to be seen up on stage. And since there are so few stage directions, the director has free reign in producing this work. It’ll be interesting to see what Tyler Perry does (or doesn’t do) with this play.

I also read most of Best African American Essays 2009. I found the collection to be satisfying, particularly the essay written by Walter Mosley about his mother, Gray Shawl; and I thoroughly enjoyed James McBride’s Hip Hop Planet.

 My reading gets scattered and all over the place but this is how it is when I’m not writing. I need to draw every source that comes my way. When I browse the shelves of my neighborhood library, I grab what catches my eye. And usually I strike oil between the pages.

I just started reading Tara Bett’s Arc & Hue and plan to post something in the next few days about the book as Ms. Betts will be in town soon. I’ve also solicited things from a few friends so stay tuned. If you’d like to write for Words Matter, drop me a line. The numbers have been really good. My only regret is that I don’t have more time to ensure more regular posts.

Thanks for your patience as I catch my breath.

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Fade to Black

November 6, 2009

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There’s a “flashback” section in almost every magazine that I read, usually on the last page. Typically, some historic icon or moment is recovered for all to appreciate. I thought I’d cop this journalistic feature here on Words Matter. Since this is a blog about culture, I thought I’d start things off by sharing a cultural moment.  Albeit a private one, that  moment of recognition that time is flying, that you’re getting older and coming full circle.

I recently went to the barbershop. Amy Winehouse’s Fade to Black was playing. I requested the coveted “fade.” I believe here in DC, it’s referred as “tapered” sides. I hadn’t done this in some time but I felt I needed a change. It’s always fascinating to stare in the mirror and watch your scalp fade from flesh to black.

Growing up in Queens, where the rap-turned-acting duo Kid-n-Play were very popular, I’d get a lot of comparisons to Kid. Now that I think of it, high tops were a bit much to maintained but like most things back then, they were a part of the Hip Hop zeitgeist. Everyone was going to house parties back then. Except me.

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Lots to Celebrate…

November 5, 2009

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I just received my notification letter that I am one of ten recipients awarded the Artist Fellowship grant from the DC Commission on the Arts for Literature. 

To say that I’m ecstatic is an understatement. Nonetheless, there is this heavy feeling that I need to make good use of this award for the advancement of my craft but also in using my craft as a service to the various communities in DC. My proposal was to work on a manuscript of poems surrounding the lore of Washington D.C. I thought in working with different groups I could witness various stories from different angles via Washingtonian first-hand accounts and workshops. So this goes back to my idea of writer as anthropologist. This also builds on the work I’ve done with photographer, Mig Dooley, in our Washington Caravan exhibit that was on display over the summer at the American Poetry Museum

I’ll keep a ticker tape of what I’m doing and when. For starters, I would like to make a trip to the UK next summer to discover Literary Black Britain. This is something that I think would enhance my view of black writing. In addition, I can share some of my poems about Washington and my native land, New York City.

Lastly, I’d like to extend a big congratulations to all of my fellow writers who also won this distinction. I should be learning in the coming days who those writers are. Drop me a line if you’re reading.

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Discovering Literary Black Britain

November 2, 2009

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It all started with a postcard: “Think you know British Lit? Think Again” so read a  black-and-white photograph of a pensive bespectacled young man. A private conversation began with that picture. What do I really know about British Literature? And where is the black voice(s) in that narrative?

When Courttia Newland (www.courttianewland.com) was invited to Georgetown University to participate in the UK writer-in-residence program a few years ago, he’d authored of six novels, a short story collection, articles for magazines, and written for television and stage. After some research, it became clear that Newland is a star in the ever-growing constellation of black British writers. This writer isn’t at all like what one might imagine a black British writer to be. There’s a Caribbean cadence to his British accent and his gait has the swagger of an MC who just went platinum.  

Music for the Off-Key, a short story collection, is Mr. Newland’s most recent book. Kevin Le Gendre, a book reviewer for The Independent, a popular newspaper in London writes “while black characters are at the heart of each story, they are not confined to “standard” black contexts.”  

Mr. Newland’s current project is co-editing an anthology titled Tell Tales Volume 4: The Global Village (www.telltales.co.uk/)

I met Newland at a reading on the campus of Howard University; He was invited to speak to my class about his work and that of several others across the Black Atlantic. Since then, he and I have maintained a regular correspondence. When Newland returned home [London]  he got married to his Sharmila Chauhan, also a writer, and their son, Senenti, soon followed. 

What follows is an excerpt of a larger conversation Newland and I had about his life and the political consequences of being a Black writer in Britain.

Courttia Newland: I just want to say something about the whole black British cultural thing. We’re always a little hidden as a culture. If you watch The Wire, Idris Elba, a main actor in the first few series is black British. Also the actor in Spike Lee’s film Inside Man, performing beside Denzel Washington, Chiwetel Ejiofor and Melanie Brown (aka Scary Spice) of the Spice Girls.

We’re there. People don’t really know what it means to observe a Black British person. We’re quite diverse.

Q: Can you tell me a bit about what your initial reception to your visit at Georgetown and Howard Universites?

CN: I’d have to say every time I’ve been to the U.S., I found it brilliant…I [went] to a U.S. high school [Duke Ellington School of the Arts] talking about English slang, black British slang, trading words back and forth, and they were excited.. I read stories about working class black Britains and they connected. It’s amazing to me.

Q: What was it like growing up in London in the 1980s?

CN: By the mid-1980s, I grew up inner city London, Shepherd’s Bush, West London, where the BBC buildings are. W12′s the postal code. I was born in Hammersmith, West London. My mum moved me to a suburb, Uxbridge, which was predominately white. Then we moved back to Shepherd’s Bush when I was around 8 or 9. I loved growing up there; I spent my teenage years living in Shepherd’s Bush.

It was a really happy time. I lived through the Golden Age of hip hop. It was an amazing time. It was obviously a different experience than being in New York. It wasn’t that concentrated. But I remember when Eric B and Rakim first came out. And a lot of people came to London. A Tribe called Quest. Public Enemy.

 Q: In your younger years you visited Barbados where your mother’s side is from. They called you “British” and you said, “No, I’m not.” Tell me a bit about how you define your identity?

CN: It’s a strange thing. In the 70s and 80s there were no black British. I was Afro-Caribbean. I always called myself West Indian or Caribbean. It was only going to Barbados where my mum is from that open my eyes. This experience is shared by a lot of black British people. When you visit the West Indies they don’t see you as West Indian at all.  There was the shock of, wow. . . I’m actually not West Indian. So who am I? I think people are still grappling with that. Though I have to say, not all of us in Britain are from the Caribbean. Some are African, European, South American, etc.

 Q: Why do you believe many of us have heard of Zadie Smith but not necessarily you?

CN: The reason you hear about Zadie is largely because of promotion. And partly, because, in the publishing industry there’s only one black editor that I know of.  People who are published are mainly handpicked from the big universities, Oxford and Cambridge … They are deemed to speak to “other” people and they’re pushed for that ability.

 Q: So they are viewed as “cross over”?

CN: Absolutely. We have a black fiction section in London but Zadie is never featured in that section because she won’t talk about being black in that way. It’s better if you don’t talk about race over here. Things are different. They say we don’t see color in England, which is rubbish. England has a very difficult time dealing with its colonial past. Not to say, the States doesn’t have its problems but at least in the States you will say, this has happened. If you mention race or the like in the UK, you will be looked at as a troublemaker.

Q: What are some ways that American readers and art lovers can discover your work and the work of your peers?

 CN: It’s a weird time for black British writers in this country. In some ways, more of us are being published. But, it has a more commercial slant. Mid-1990s, it was in fashion so publishing houses were publishing a lot of writers. Of that wave of writers that came out in the mid-1990s there’s maybe two of us still getting published. It’s hard to follow writers when they stop at book two.

 I can give you a few names to look up, Alex Wheatle, Stephen Thompson, Leone Ross. A new writer, Gemma Weekes (her book is set in Brooklyn and London) whole genre thing. Some people make a difference between literary fiction and popular fiction; I think it’s all valid as long as it’s good.

Abdul Ali is the editor of Words Matter.  He resides in Washington, D.C.