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Praise Songs For A People’s Poet!

Posted in Cultural Matters with tags , , on March 29, 2011 by playthell

Poet Jessica Care Moore: Mistress of Ceremonies

 

The Arts Community Honors a Cultural Hero

Abiodun Oyowale is a very special man: Poet, Teacher, Cultural Entrepreneur, Father, Activist, and Man of the people.  As a founding member of “The Last Poets” he is also the creator of a new style of writing and reciting poetry.  To create an art style, a new aesthetic within a well defined tradition, is the Holy Grail of artistic invention.  Alas while many are called to this task by a cynical Muse; very few are chosen.  First of all style is a function of mastery, one must not only master the techniques of the form but also be conversant with the tradition.  Only then is innovation possible…but even so, victory is not assured.

With so many creative minds inquiring into the secrets of an art form, the chances of discovering a new way of doing things which enriches the tradition rather than profanes it are slim and none! Yet that’s precisely what happened when Abiodun joined forces with Filipe Luciano and Gyland Caine to form “The Last Poets.”  Using conga drums and voices they spouted revolutionary poems and were generally looked upon by political activists as the radical cultural voice of the black liberation movement.

In this regard they were heirs to the tradition of black magic revolutionary verse spouted by the likes of Larry Neal, Amiri Baraka, Yusef Rachman, Askia Muhammad Toure, Sonia Sanchez, Jayne Cortez, Amus Moore, Stanley Crouch, Calvin Hernton, et al.  In poems like “I got The Blues,” “Niggers Are Scared of Revolution,” “When the Revolution Comes,” Jibaro, My Pretty Nigga!”  “My Jones Coming Down!” “Black Thighs,” etc “The Last Poets” offered their take on the agit-prop movement in poetry begun by Baraka’s “Spirit House Movers,” the first group of  black revolutionaries who wrote poems that conjured up a will to fight for the right.

Mao Tse Tung used poetry to buck up the esprit de corps of the Red Army on the Long March to the Mountains of Yenan; where he read his poems and held literary discourses that have become world famous as”Discussions at the Yenan forum on Literature and Art.”  I know that the Last Poets were inspired by the wisdom which flowed from this forum…because they were revolutionary artists.  Just like Mario Andrate, Amilcar Cabral and Augustino Neto – revolutionary poets who led the long bloody liberation struggle in Portuguese Africa – the Last Poets turned poetry into a weapon.  A cardinal point of Mao’s theory of revolutionary art is:”In order for art to succeed as propaganda it must first succeed as art!”

This in a nutshell explains the enormous influence of “The Last Poets” in shaping the sensibility of their generation of black Americans, for they were wildly popular for serious poets. It also explains the astounding success of its incorrigible progeny: Hip Hop.  Whether or not we like all that we get from these precocious street poets – who cavalierly dip into the rich reservoir of bawdy Afro-American folk lore that was the common pleasure of the folks before radio, and television and movies – they are keeping it real.  So long as they tell us about life as they live it and the world as they see it.  That’s what The Last poets did and shocked the nation! It was a performance worthy of sustained applause.

The younger poets who are prominent in the “Spoken Word” movement were generous in giving up props to the “Last Poets.” They know Abiodun’s contribution to what they are doing, and they showered their artistic Elder and teacher – who had extended a helping hand to many of them as tutor in the art of poesy and also provided them a place to perform – with joyful panegyrics worthy of a culture hero. Although I didn’t know any of them from from the women in the moon, they really wiped me out with their dynamic speakology.  And I look forward to seeing them perform again. Among those who rocked the house reciting their verse was: Brother Earl, Tai Allen, Sista Zock, Scityl, AJA Monet.  Ngoma, ItsrealLight, J-Ivy, Autumn Asante, Al Be Back, Ali and Ade.  Taking us on a wild ride through their world of reality, these young word sorcerers really set it off!

The impetus for this long overdue tribute was the fact that Abiodun – like many longtime Harlemites – is facing an eviction proceding from his beautiful spacious Morningside Drive Apartment perched on a Hill overlooking his beloved Harlem. Most of us learned about the poet’s ordeal in a Daily News feature story and were horrified.  Many of the people in attendance had performed at soirees in that apartment, and all of us – this writer included- attended his marvelous New Year’s Eve parties. For years, no matter where I spent the Christmas holidays, I returned to New York in order to make Abiodun’s parties.

Aside from beautiful black ladies hanging from the rafters and getting jiggy with the music – which was always right on the money – there was food fit for a King!  Not only was the cooking contributions limited to those with obvious gifts in the kitchen; it was abundant!  As was the spirits and cannabis sativa – Grog and pot!   But midnight was show time; that’s when the poets began to read.  Some read original poems written for the occasion…while others read published pieces.  But they all got down!  There was nothing like it in New York, and all the culturally hip people were there.  That’s why they all turned out on Sunday; we felt like we were about to lose a cultural shrine if our High Priest of poetry lost his home.

Filipe Luciano Droppin Science

Extolling the Value Of Education

 

Venerable Cultural Warriors Embrace

Phillipe Luciano and Abiodun

 

The Magic Power Of Spoken Words

Pride and Passion!

 

The Last Poet!

He Spat Rhymes with Reason and wisdom in Free Verse!

 

The Congero Kept Time

With the Thump, Thump of the Tom Toms!

 

 

Together They Wove A Spell

Of Intoxicating Rhythms and Uplifting Words

 

There Were Troubadours

Who Sang Abiodun’s Praises

 

And Politicians Sang Praises Too!

Congressman Charles Rangel Presented A Plaque to Abiodun

 

After Praising the Poet with Flawless Eloquence

The Ever Elegant  Charlie Rangel Left the Stage

 

The Joy Of the Occasion

Beamed from his Incandescent Smile

 

There Were Young Poets Spitting Sacred Fire

AJa Monet  – on left – Paid  Homage to the Ancestors

 

Mr. Leslie Wyche Da “Mayor” Of Harlem Was In da House

Paying Homage to the Last Poet and Cold Chillin!

 

 

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Black, Brown and Beige Beauties Were Everywhere

Elegant And Daring!

 

Mocha Chocolate Caliente!

In Generous Proportions!

 

 

Sophisticated Ladies

Sipped wined and discussed the Arts

 

This Poet Gave Us food for Thought…

…And Provided a feast for the Eyes!

 

It was a Bootilicious Affair!

Exhibit A!

 

 

There Were Vintage Lovelies

The Elegant Judy: Abiodun’s Lady!

 

 

And Round Tha Way Girls

Rockin Hip Hop styles!

 

 

There Were Silver Foxes Too

Rockin Old School Cool!

 

 

And Trendsetters Too!

Doing their Own Thing!

 

 

Old Friends Reunited

Camaraderie permeated the Ambience

 

 

There Was Wine and Song

A Reluctant Bartender?

 

 

And Fabulous Food Too!!

It Was Finger Lickin Good!

 

 

The Whole Affair Was a Blast!

Rejuvenation through Joy!

 

 

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Playthell Benjamin

Harlem New York

March 29, 2011

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