Poets Read and Loved/ Part I

As both an artist and a humanist (as I believe many artists are), I am a lover of visual art as well as other art forms, including music, dance, literature, cinema, theatre and poetry. Having always felt these disciplines to be similiar in purpose but different in expression, I embrace them all as stemming from music, especially poetry.

In choosing these poems from books in my library, presenting some of my favorite poets, I open by sharing my view of a poem:

License

This is a poem

And I don't want

To say that.

Nor do I want

To say that.

This is a poem

So I don't want

To say it that way.

Nor do I want

To say it that way.

This is a poem

And this is what

I want to say.

And this is what

I want

To say.

This is a poem

So this is how

I want to say it

And this is how

I want to say it.

And this is how

I want to say it.

This poem.

This way!

copyright 2009, Georgette Jones

Small Wind

Let my being whistle down the corridor of your memory

Like a small wind under a door it cannot enter

Though you many never know that you are listening

You may still turn your ear a moment sometimes

To catch the love I will always be singing

And understand the music

However lost the words may be.

from "Pink Ladies in the Afternoon"

by Naomi Long-Madgett

Aspiration

We never know how high we are

Till we are called to rise

And then, if we are true to plan

Our statures touch the skies

The heroism we recite

Would be a daily thing

Did not ourselves the cubits warp

For fear to be a king.

from "Emily Dickinson Poems/1866"

by Emily Dickinson

Final Curve

When you turn a corner

And you run into yourself

You know that you have turned

All the corners that are left

from "Selected Poems of Langston Hughes"

Ballad of the Man Who's Gone

No money to bury him

The relief gave Forty-Four.

The undertaker told 'em,

You'll need Sixty more.

For a first-class funeral,

A hearse and two cars-

And maybe your friends'll

Send some flowers.

His wife took a paper

And went around.

Everybody that gave something

She put 'em down.

She raked up a Hundred

For her man that was dead.

His buddies brought flowers-

A funeral was had.

A minister preached-

And charged Five

To bless him dead

And praise him alive.

Now that he's buried-

God rest his soul-

Reckon there's no charge

For graveyard mold.

I wonder what makes

A funeral so high?

A poor man ain't got

No business to die.

from "Selected Poems" of Langston Hughes

Love Sonnet IXXXIX

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:

I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands

to pass their freshness over me once more:

I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.

I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you

to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,

to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live

and you whom I love and sang above everything else

to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can teach everything my love directs you to,

so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,

so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

by Pablo Neruda, 1904-1973

There is

no

God

but

God

who closes

windows. 

You will

long

for

me

&

I

am

inside.

from "A Poem Traveled Down My Arm"

by Alice Walker

For Poets Read

Lines from poets past lull me

Into a mindset that I might blend

With icons whose words please me

Inside an arena where I might contend

To set forth in stone, authentic emotion

To imagine poems, then to write them

At once a struggle and a delight

To commit to paper, or recite them

With exquisite focus, to re-write

Roots so grand from seeds of notion

Then today, an offering divine

A path to discover what is mine

The succinct line this spirit sought

Seemed to stubbornly elude my request

In the climate created, refused my thought

But suddenly poured forth at its own behest

Heaven rendered from poetic devotion!

copyright 2009, Georgette Jones

Of the poets chosen for this post, Langston Hughes is the most entertaining while making  strong statements about serious subjects.  This is art.  In my opinion, the entertainment factor is most overlooked in much of today's contemporary poetry.  Heavy subject matter doesn't necessarily have to be heavy.  It is important to engage the reader.

Pablo Neruda's poetry is simply elegant, captivating and literary.  The above poem is one of my favorites by him.  Here is a man who truly loves his woman.  Ah, to be loved like that!

Like her novels, Alice Walker's poetry is courageous and biting.  She tells the truth with the voice of someone who has experienced what she writes - or at least thought deeply about her subject matter.   Her view of God is my own.

The book from which I chose Emily Dickinson's poem was filled with hundreds of her works.  I chose this one because it is well known and because everyone can relate to the subject matter.  Whenever I read Emily Dickinson, I am amazed at the paradox of simplicity and enigma in her words,  yet her overall meanings are always on target.             

Why I Love Jazz

Because it is art. Like art it has colors, rhythms and lines. Like art it is free, allowing so many creative directions in which to flow. Or skitter. Or skip. Or skat.

Its colors are many. Ranging in mood from blue to green to red to orange. And even purple. The colors set the mood. The rhythms set the mood. The lines set the mood. But it's a funny thing about the lines. They never are straight. They wave and wobble. And sometimes they walk pigeon-toed or bow-legged or knock-kneed. But they have a lot of fun walking like that. Just like art. Lines are fun. If you choose to have fun with them.

I had to grow into loving jazz. I had to get to know it by spending time with it. By listening to what it had to say. I had to make it my friend until we finally became lovers. In my younger years there were specific jazz tunes that I enjoyed, but I limited my listening because I was somewhat suspicious of jazz. It was abstract music that didn't immediately explain itself to my impatience - especially the instrumentals.

Sarah Vaughn, Dinah Washington and Ella Fitzerald were familiar voices when I was growing up. Also, I liked a few artists like Gabor Zabo, Cal Tjader and Ramsey Lewis. I also liked Pharoh Sanders and Leon Thomas. But I avoided John Coltrane, Miles Davis and Thelonius Monk because I found them quite intimidating.

Miles got into my blood one night when I was feeling low. I was frustrated because it seemed like no one understood the scope of the problem I was experiencing at the time. For some reason, I decided to listen to Miles' "Blue" album that belonged to a friend.

As I listened, the music was extremely emotional to me. It seemed to speak to me. Despite its sad tone, it was exquisitely beautiful. The instruments were soothing, embracing me and drawing me into another world. That night was a breakthrough for me. Miles Davis and Thelonius Monk became favorites, but I will admit I still am only marginally attuned to John Coltrane. Perhaps I need to listen closer.

In addition to those mentioned, some of my favorite jazz artists are Errol Gardner, Duke Ellington, Herbie Hancock, Sadao Watanabe, Benny Goodman, Max Roach, Abby Lincoln, Ella Fitzgerald, Ahmad Jamal, Kenny Garrett, Chick Corea, Michael Franks, Carmen McRae and many more.

My favorite jazz instruments are piano, soprano sax and alto sax, exactly in that order. Fusion, bee-bop and swing are just a few favorite genres that immediately come to mind. My absolute favorite tunes are "So What" by Miles Davis and "But Not For Me" by Ella Fitzgerald.

The primary reason I love jazz is because it is the flip side of art, provoking the gamut of emotions while stirring the soul. As well, it is earth music bringing to mind stimulating visual imagery relative to just as many emotions.

Like art, jazz has the ability to provide escape from a sometimes cruel world. And for that reason it is a best friend. And a lover.

A Few Favorite Artists

Lois Mailou Jones - As an African-American woman struggling to become a professional artist, I was glad to discover the art work of Lois Mailou-Jones about 15 years ago. After reading her biography from cover to cover shortly after that time, I felt proud of her accomplishments as a prolific artist, her achievements and awards and most of all, her dedication to documenting through painting, her travels to Africa, Haiti and France, among other places.

In 1998, I was fortunate to view her work at an art exhibition in Birmingham, Michigan, the same year that she passed on at the age of 98. Seeing her work up close was thrilling, to say the least.

The paintings of Haitian and African culture held Mailou-Jones' style in a manner that spoke of originality. Looking at her paintings, it was clear that here was work which has influenced many of today's painters of African-American culture. I found myself thinking, "Hmmm...so this is where it all began."

I am sorry that I did not get a chance to meet Lois Mailou-Jones at that exhibit. I have enjoyed viewing her work very much.

Stuart Davis - After seeing Stuart Davis' work in many of my art books, I bought his biography (on sale, of course). I wanted to know more about his complex abstract art renderings, most of which look like jazz on canvas.

I wasn't surprised that he was a jazz lover, a fact mentioned several times throughout his biography.

Stuart Davis probably influenced my interest in abstract art more than anyone else. I didn't know why I liked his work so much when I first saw it. I just did. And I feel the same way today. I don't know why I like it . I just do, and that's okay. Maybe it's the obvious confidence of his painting style.

Franz Marc - Of all the German Expressionists in the Blue Rider Group, Marc is my favorite. I love his semi-abstract paintings of cows and horses. The paintings of blue horses and the yellow cow are wonderful. When I first began experimenting in abstraction, I tried to paint like him, but my work eventually evolved toward it's own path.

I'm out of time, I will write about other artists another time. I have uploaded a video of Robert Henri's paintings that I didn't know existed (the video, not the paintings). I know he had other paintings, but being so enamored of his writings and teachings, I somehow never focused on his paintings. Tell me what you think about them.