From #AprilSilver: “Rest In Peace, #NikkiGiovanni”

Yolande Cornelia “Nikki” Giovanni Jr

June 7, 1943 – December 9, 2024

“My dream was not to publish or to even be a writer: my dream was to discover something no one else had thought of. I guess that’s why I’m a poet. We put things together in ways no one else does.” – Nikki Giovanni
Rest in peace our beloved, dear Nikki Giovanni.
Kevin Powell reached out to me moments ago, in the 11pm hour, to share the sad report that had just broke on national news. I’ve not processed this yet. I’m simply sharing this report because I have no words, no clear headedness right now. A report only: A giant amongst us has left this realm and things are a bit darker now.
ars.

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Book Micro-Review: Alone, Together

Black is you, Black is me, workers are us, now we’re free

Claude McKay: The Making of a Black Bolshevik.

Winston James.

Columbia University Press, 464 pp., $32.

In the first of an apparent two-volume work, James demystifies the iconoclastic McKay by immersing him in the colorism, colonialism and capitalism of his native Jamaica. Because his upbringing is so intellectually, culturally and personally fierce, to be fully awake is a choice that would have been difficult for him not to make, even though many around him actively preferred the blissfulness of social slumber. A wide-eyed search for the perfect space leads to intellectual daydreams of a far-away land filled with hammers and sickles, items that would become the ideological tools of many, many 20th-century Caribbean, African and Black radicals. The origin story of a poet who, regardless of the racial and classist fires all around him on both sides of the Atlantic, refused to stay in an inglorious spot.

An Origin Story of Haki Madhubuti: Day One of the 16th National Black Writers Conference #NationalBlackWritersConference @ #CenterforBlackLiterature @ #MedgarEversCollege #NBWC2022