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Dialectics in Exile

The village of Hollywood was planned according to the

notion

People in these parts have of heaven. In these parts

They have come to the conclusion that God

Requiring a heaven and a hell, didn’t need to

Plan two establishments but

Just the one: heaven. It

Serves the unprosperous, unsuccessful

As hell.

– Bertolt Brecht, “Hollywood Elegies”

Amiri Baraka (1934-2014)

Poet, playwright, provocateur, Black Power radical, Marxist-Leninist, founding member of the Black Arts Movement: Amiri Baraka exemplified the restless energy of a generation who came of age at the high point of a kind of postwar urban negritude. Impatient, inflammatory, intelligent, and indignant– impossible to commodify– Baraka never backed down.

Other Fugitives and Other Strangers (HUM470)

Other Fugitives and Other Strangers

BY RIGOBERTO GONZÁLEZ

The nightclub’s neon light glows red with anxiety
as I wait on the turning lane. Cars blur past,
their headlights white as charcoal.
I trust each driver not to swerve. I trust each stranger
not to kill me and let me cross
the shadow of his smoky path.
Trust is all I have for patrons at the bar:
one man offers me a line, one man buys the kamikaze,
another drinks it. Yet another wraps his arm
around my waist. I trust him not to harm my body
as much as he expects his body to remain unharmed.
One man asks me to the dance floor, one asks me
to a second drink, another asks me home.
I dance, I drink, I follow.
I can trust a man without clothes.
Naked he conceals no weapons, no threat
but the blood in his erection. His bed unfamiliar,
only temporarily. Pillows without loyalty
absorb the weight of any man, betray
the scent of the men who came before.
I trust a stranger’s tongue to tell me
nothing valuable. It makes no promises
of truth or lies, it doesn’t swear commitments.
The stranger’s hands take their time exploring.
Undisguised, they do not turn to claws or pretend
artistic skill to draw configurations on my flesh. They
are only human hands with fingertips
unsentimental with discoveries, without nostalgia
for what they leave behind. I trust this stranger
not to stay inside me once he enters me.
I trust him to release me from the blame
of pleasure. The pain I exit with no greater
than the loneliness that takes me to the bar.
He says good night, I give him back
those words, taking nothing with me that is his.
The front door shuts behind me, the gravel
driveway ushers me away. The rearview mirror
loses sight of threshold, house, sidewalk, street.
Driving by the nightclub I pass a car
impatient on the turning lane. My hands are cold
and itch to swerve the wheel, to brand
his fender with the fury of my headlights.
But I let this stranger live
to struggle through the heat and sweat
of false affections, anonymous and
borrowed like the glass that washed my prints
to hold another patron’s drink.

“no money in a money world” (HUM415)

Here’s a poem by Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones) Beatnik fellow-traveler, co-founder of the Black Arts Movement, and all around cultural provocateur. I borrowed the phrase “no money in a money world” from him during lecture yesterday.

 

A New Reality Is Better Than a New Movie!

BY AMIRI BARAKA

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That demmed elusive Pimpernel (HUM303)

From the 1982 adaptation of Orczy’s novel, Anthony Andrews as Percy Blakeney reciting a bit of doggerel:

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Ulysses (HUM303)

Just something to ponder. Written in 1833, Tennyson’s poem takes as its subject one of the most revered of adventurers in the western tradition, Ulysses (the Romanized version of Odysseus).  The impulse expressed in these lines encapsulates the aesthetic and political motives of adventure fiction as “romance”, though notably in an elegaic mode. Recall Haggard’s brief essay, “About Fiction” and consider Showalter’s “King Romance”: adventure romance is the textual space in which a revivified masculinity exercises its mastery. The gaze of the adventurer is imperial; it seeks to comprehend the world and its secrets. Experience becomes a form of control, a means of assimilating the Other and thus expanding masculine consciousness. In this sense “to pause, to make an end,/ To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use” is to surrender the prerogatives of white, male (ruling class?) power. 

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Jayne Cortez (May 10, 1934 – December 28, 2012)

A longer poetry reading:

Page Citations for LM (HUM303/455)

Here are some page citations for The Last of the Mohicans. We’ll discuss them in class.

Fieldler’s introduction: xvi, xvii

Cooper’s 1831 introduction: xxix, xxxi

The main text: 11, 24, 31, 32, beginning of Ch. VI, 51, beginning of Ch. VIII, 65, 67, 72, 95, 98, 109, 114, 118, 121, 123, 130, 148, 151-2, 172.

The above cites take us through page 182 of the text. Over the weekend I’ll add some more citations for the ensuing chapters.

Some things to look out for as you read:

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Los Nin: Kichwa (Quechua) Meets Hip Hop (HUM455)

See Manuela Picq’s article  http://www.aljazeera.com/indepth/opinion/2012/08/201285142554706344.html :

Kichwa grammar and vocabulary opens spaces for new imaginaries, concepts and even relationships. There is no gender in Kichwa grammar, for instance, nor is there a difference between object and subject, key grammatical components in Romance languages that enable the dichotomies man/woman and man/nature respectively. The word “pacha” reveals the extent to which time and space intertwine, and the structure of sentences escapes the propositional attitudes organised around the self, the “I” that in English defines relations between people and their surroundings.

Language shapes the collective imagination. It shapes the way we inhabit our world. To rap in Kichwa unlocks the intellectual subordination to the Spanish language to enable a Kichwa imagination to free itself from western philosophy. Indigenous languages that are reduced to use in private spheres die slowly. The philosophies they encompass will fully blossom only if engaged in public realms, contributing new grammars to political debates. Hip-hop is a tool to strengthen the public use of such indigenous grammars.

When hip-hop goes Kichwa, indigenous ways of inhabiting the world become imaginable. More and different worlds interact to shape the future. 

 

Poems (HUM470)

I couldn’t find Ted Hughes reading “You Hated Spain,” but I did find a recording of several of his poems from his award-winning book Crow, a collection Anne Sexton was deeply impressed by.

Nor could I locate Sexton reading “Young,” though a few of her fans have made short clips in honor of that poem. Here’s “The Fury of Overshoes”:

 

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