Tuesday 15 February 2011

Black History Month.....




African-American poet, novelist, and playwright, who became one of the foremost interpreters of racial relationships in the United States. Influenced by the Bible, W. E. B. Du Bois, and Walt Whitman, Hughes depicted realistically the ordinary lives of black people. Many of his poems, written in rhythmical language, have been set to music. Hughes's poems were meant 'to be read aloud, crooned, shouted and sung'.



"Rest at pale evening...
A tall slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me."
(from Dream Variations, 1926)


James Langston Hughes was born February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri. His parents divorced when he was a small child, and his father moved to Mexico. He was raised by his grandmother until he was thirteen, when he moved to Lincoln, Illinois, to live with his mother and her husband, before the family eventually settled in Cleveland, Ohio. It was in Lincoln, Illinois, that Hughes began writing poetry.
Following graduation, he spent a year in Mexico and a year at Columbia University. During these years, he held odd jobs as an assistant cook, launderer, and a busboy, and travelled to Africa and Europe working as a seaman. In November 1924, he moved to Washington, D.C. Hughes's first book of poetry, The Weary Blues, was published by Alfred A. Knopf in 1926. He finished his college education at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania three years later. In 1930 his first novel, Not Without Laughter, won the Harmon gold medal for literature.




Hughes, who claimed Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Carl Sandburg, and Walt Whitman as his primary influences, is particularly known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties. He wrote novels, short stories and plays, as well as poetry, and is also known for his engagement with the world of jazz and the influence it had on his writing, as in "Montage of a Dream Deferred." His life and work were enormously important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s. Unlike other notable black poets of the period—Claude McKay, Jean Toomer, and Countee Cullen—Hughes refused to differentiate between his personal experience and the common experience of black America. He wanted to tell the stories of his people in ways that reflected their actual culture, including both their suffering and their love of music, laughter, and language itself.

"My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?"
(from 'Cross')





Langston Hughes died of complications from prostate cancer in May 22, 1967, in New York. In his memory, his residence at 20 East 127th Street in Harlem, New York City, has been given landmark status by the New York City Preservation Commission, and East 127th Street has been renamed "Langston Hughes Place."
In addition to leaving us a large body of poetic work, Hughes wrote eleven plays and countless works of prose, including the well-known “Simple” books: Simple Speaks His Mind, Simple Stakes a Claim,Simple Takes a Wife, and Simple's Uncle Sam. He edited the anthologies The Poetry of the Negro and The Book of Negro Folklore, wrote an acclaimed autobiography (The Big Sea) and co-wrote the play Mule Bone with Zora Neale Hurston.




-I Dream a World-


I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom's way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!

9 comments:

Saffron said...

Thank you for such a fascinating and insightful article. For me this is particularly special because it is about a whole area of literature I know nothing about. The final poem I feel compelled to read and re-read, it is of course reminiscent of another great orator and yet it’s impact, because of its understated simplicity is incredibly moving. This to me this is blogging at it’s finest. Never knowing what will appear next and yet having access to other ideas and cultures that I would normally never come across. Learning is what I wake up for every morning. Thank you so much for sharing this with us Kimmie.

kimmie coco puff said...

The final poem is one of my favorites. It reigns amongst one of the best poems ever written.
Thanks for your comments Saffy. I hope to share more this month.

Nicky said...

This is really a great piece of work, Kimmie. First rate. I am not all the familiar with his work, but it's always great to have someone write of things that interest them.

congratulations on a great piece of work. I will be reading and re reading this a bit, and look into him, although somewhat familiar with Walt Wittman.

Thanks Kimmie for a well written Article.

Saffron said...

Spent an enlightening hour, reading about James Langston Hughes. Just as an aside what a terrible search engine Yahoo is. It’s so hell bent on selling you stuff from Amazon it almost fails to fulfil its function. I was on the point of giving up when I tried Google and all of sudden there he was. Spent most of the hour reading Freedom’s Plow (we call it plough).

In a way it reminds me of the old songs ‘Gospel Plow‘, and ‘Follow the drinking gourd’ the constellation that that the slaves used to find the north star when they were running away to freedom. Just given it a play, sounds lovely in Em.

Follow the drinking gourd,
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is waiting
for to carry you to freedom
If you follow the drinking gourd.

Anyway loved Freedom’s Plow here’s a piece:

With billowing sails the galleons came
Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams.
In little bands together,
Heart reaching out to heart,
Hand reaching out to hand,
They began to build our land.
Some were free hands
Seeking a greater freedom,
Some were indentured hands
Hoping to find their freedom,
Some were slave hands
Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,
But the word was there always:
Freedom.

kimmie coco puff said...

I'm glad you enjoyed the read Nicky. I hope to be more awareness about prominent african American figures this month.
What a wonderful piece saffy, much enjoyed reading for me while on break at work. We shall see who I present next very soon.

kimmie coco puff said...

Not " be "..... "bring" rather. Ooopsy

Dan said...

I agree with everything that's been said and confess I've thoroughly enjoyed this post and I'm looking forward to the next installment.

Freya said...

Super post Kimmie.

kimmie coco puff said...

Thanks Dan and Freya. Happy Belated Valentine's Day to you both:)