January 18, 2011

Good Night, Calabash?


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Kwame Dawes, programming director of the festival since its inception, with a few literature faithfuls under a small tent through to its swan song before an audience of thousands, said "there is definitely no festival. No two ways about it."
Calabash - which was free and open to the public - has normally been staged on the final weekend in May, which last year turned out to be four days after the Tivoli incursion and during the limited State of Emergency imposed in Kingston, St Andrew and St Catherine.
For more, please follow this link:  http://jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20110118/ent/ent5.html

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Women of Calypso @ MDC: North




Friday and Saturday
Jan. 28 and 29, 2011
8 p.m.

Miami Dade College 
North Campus 
William and Joan Lehman Theater
11380 N.W. 27 Ave., Miami

This performance celebrates women's contributions to the classic Caribbean art form of Calypso – a musical world traditionally dominated by men. Three prominent women of the genre – Singing Saundra, Queen Fayola and Princess Kizzie – will perform their celebrated form with a unique twist. All three have won hosts of awards and regularly place in the finals of Calypso competitions during Carnival and year-round in Trinidad. 

TICKETS

General admission: $15
Students and seniors: $10
MDC Students/Staff/Faculty Discount with MDC ID 

INFORMATION
For detailed venue information and secure online tickets: 
www.mdc.edu/culture • 305-237-3010

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January 17, 2011

Best American Poetry: "A Poem for the Innocents" by Geoffrey Philp



It started in March 2003 with a discovery about my twelve year old son. The upcoming war in Iraq terrified him. And I as his father, his protector, couldn’t do or say anything to console him.

The days leading up to Operation Iraqi Freedom, were stressful for my family, especially since my wife’s sister, Batsheva, who had converted to Judaism, was now living in Gan Yavne, Israel. A feeling of helplessness pervaded our home. There was nothing we could do.

Whenever my family and I face insurmountable problems over which we have no control, we do one of three things: work in our garden, write a poem, or fish in a nearby canal.

Fishing was now out of the question. My son, Andrew, had grown to dislike the way the worms squirmed on the hook. We turned to gardening.

I got out a machete that my friend, Jeffrey Knapp, had given me. It was a leftover from an exhibition that he had put together by using machetes from farm workers in Belle Glade. Utilitarian that I am, I put the machete to use for its intended purpose.

As we pulled out the weeds, Andrew mentioned that he was worried about his aunt because long distance calls from Israel were coming in daily and everyone in the family feared the worst. I tried to reassure him, but I could see that he didn’t believe me.

It wasn’t until I found the machete under my son’s bed that everything began to fall into place. That night as I tucked him into bed, he and I began talking. That’s when he told me about the machete under his bed. I didn’t want to look. I believed him.

Over the next few days, the stories about the war were being reported by the media, and we were transfixed by the images. Slowly, the poem began to fall into place. But I didn’t want the poem to be merely a recounting of personal trauma.  The metaphors would have to incorporate the communal experience and offer a warning about the direction that the country was now taking.

I sincerely believe John Maxwell when he said, “We are delegates of the people…We are …the sensory organs of the body politic….the body politic's immune system… heralding, detecting malignant intrusions...In the circulatory system of the body politic, we are the white corpuscles and the T-cells.”  


At the time of Operation Iraqi Freedom, I thought it was a war of choice that threatened the lives of poor brown and black kids in my neighborhood--not to speak of the innocents in Baghdad. It was a waste of human life for oil.

I wanted the poem to be an indictment of that war. I rewrote the poem until I had to walk away.

Since the initial publication of “A Poem for the Innocents,” many of these kids who grew up with my son and who I count as one of my sons have now “graduated” from playing with Buzz Lightyear to serving in the military. Whenever they get their leave, they usually spend a few days at my home hanging out, eating pizza, playing video games and watching movies. Some of these young men who’ve slept on the sofa in our living room are now suffering from PTSD—I’ve witnessed it. It didn’t leave me with a good feeling. The poem, at least, may be part of the “peace inducing process” that Pam Mordecai mentioned in her interview with Rethabile Masilo.

In his elegy for W.B. Yeats, Auden wrote:

For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.

I hope “A Poem for the Innocents” has been “a mouth.”


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Happy Birthday, Dr. King (2010)

I know that love is ultimately the only answer to mankind's problems. And I'm going to talk about it everywhere I go. I know it isn't popular to talk about it in some circles today. I'm not talking about emotional bosh when I talk about love, I'm talking about a strong, demanding love. And I have seen too much hate. I've seen too much hate on the faces of sheriffs in the South. I've seen hate on the faces of too many Klansmen and too many White Citizens Councilors in the South to want to hate myself, because every time I see it, I know that it does something to their faces and their personalities and I say to myself that hate is too great a burden to bear. I have decided to love. If you are seeking the highest good, I think you can find it through love. And the beautiful thing is that we are moving against wrong when we do it, because John was right, God is love. He who hates does not know God, but he who has love has the key that unlocks the door to the meaning of ultimate reality.


Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.:Where Do We Go From Here? (1967)
Address to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (1967-08-16)

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Dr. King's importance lies in his challenge to expand our moral imagination. Through his example and courage, we have to ask ourselves, "How have I become greater in my capacity to love and to accept even those whom I hate as a child of God, my brother or sister, and an inheritor of the Kingdom?"


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January 16, 2011

Upcoming Posts


Dub Wise by Geoffrey Philp. Reviewed by Mary Hanna (1/19/11)
All Things Bright by Christine Craig Reviewed by Dr. Heather Russell (1/24/2011)

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Flash Fiction by Patti Harris
“Haiku for the Broken-Hearted” by Geoffrey Philp (Poetry Friday)

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Commonwealth Short Story Competition: Call for Entries


Deadline: 1 March 2011

Write a short story for radio and enter the 2011 Commonwealth Short Story Competition.

Entries are invited from all writers, professional and amateur, who are citizens of a Commonwealth country and aged 19 or over.

The winner receives a prize of £2000 and there are four regional prizes of £500. There will also be two special prizes of £500 each; one for the best short story for children and the other for the best short story about this year’s Commonwealth theme, ‘Women as Agents of Change’.

The competition is an annual scheme to promote new creative writing, managed by the Commonwealth Foundation in association with the Commonwealth Broadcasting Association.

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January 14, 2011

Haiku for the Broken-Hearted (1)




Nails armed for a fight,
she says I bring up the past,
but it's all we have.

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January 13, 2011

The Florida Center for the Literary Arts: Spring Writing Courses


Make your dream of being a writer come true with help from the Florida Center for the Literary Arts (FCLA) at Miami Dade College, now offering Spring 2011 Creative Writing Courses. The Center has been helping novice writers put words into action for nearly a decade, as well as been instrumental in the careers of local, published authors.

FCLA Spring Courses are non-credit and begin the week of Monday, Feb. 7. Seating is limited, so please register early!

View a complete schedule of the courses offered below:

Making the Scene with Nick Garnett

No matter what genre – literary fiction, memoir, or creative nonfiction – the scene is the building block of great stories. Scenes are essential because they show, rather than tell. Through a combination of in-class exercises, critical analysis and workshop, students will learn to dissect the key elements of the scene: characterization, dialogue, interior monologue, description and action. Together, the class will analyze great writers representing many styles and genres, such as Ernest Hemmingway, Gay Talese, Annie Proulx, Elmore Leonard, Michael Cunningham, and others. Students will also get the chance to write own scenes and/or revise those already written.

Mondays, Feb. 7 – Mar. 28. 6:30 – 8:30 p.m. $170

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Explorations in Non-fiction with Tom Swick

Whether going cross-country or just taking a walk to a new farmer’s market, it doesn’t matter. Travel writing uses the same techniques to capture both far and nearby places. This workshop shows students how to turn their explorations into evocative narratives by following three steps: research before setting out, research while on site and then putting it all down on paper with a unique voice and flow. 

Tuesdays, Feb. 8 – Mar. 29. 6:30 – 8:30 p.m. $170

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Memoir I: Mining Your Past with Jeannie DeQuine

Ready to put those life experiences into writing? Now is the time to learn. The class will works by memoirists, such as Isabel Allende, Wendell Berry, Annie Dillard, and James Baldwin. Also, students will receive suggestions and feedback on their own writing in a supportive, non–threatening environment with time for revisions.
Tuesdays, Feb. 8 – Mar. 29. 6:30 – 8:30 p.m. $170

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A Blog with a Platform: Creative Writing for New Media with Alex Perez

In this New Media world, it’s never been easier for a writer to reach an audience, which is what this class is all about—How do we, as writers, cultivate and sustain a readership when the possibilities are endless? The class will study popular blogs and read short fiction, looking for ways to improve their own work. Next, with the help of social networking sites—Twitter and Facebook—students will expand said readership, building a brand.

Thursdays, Feb. 10 – Mar. 31. 6:30 – 8:30 p.m. $170


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The Florida Center for the Literary Arts at Miami Dade College promotes reading and writing throughout the year by consistently presenting high-quality literary activities open to all in South Florida. FCLA’s Creative Writing Courses offer writers in the community the chance to share their work with a supportive, yet critical community of writers whose goal is continual development. All workshops are non-credit and open to everyone in the community. It also coordinates the college’s world renowned Miami Book Fair International every fall.

All Fall Creative Writing Courses will be held at MDC’s Wolfson Campus, 300 N.E. Second Ave. Discounted rates are available for MDC staff, as well as students currently enrolled in credit courses. To register, or to obtain more information, please call305-237-3023, or visit the FCLA website at www.flcenterlitarts.com.

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January 12, 2011

"Could you be Loved?": Human and Divine Love



Despite his unwavering faith and the popularity that Bob Marley enjoyed, he was sometimes plagued by doubts about his relationship with Jah Rastafari. This apprehension took many forms and became even more pronounced after the attempts on his life. The unwillingness of his listeners--sufferahs-- to wake up to the message of liberation preached by visionaries such as Marcus Garvey and the corruption that he witnessed in Caribbean and African leaders was a constant source of disappointment. Although he faced many challenges, Bob never gave up hope and throughout his career, he was willing to explore his doubts and faith through his songwriting and interviews. 



As a devout Rastafari who was opposed to Babylon and as a musician who had gained enormous wealth from Babylon, Bob tried to reconcile his beliefs about the oneness of humanity with the contradictions he observed and to maintain balance between his materialist ambitions and spiritual goals. For while he actively courted the adoration of his listeners, “Play I on the R&B/ Want all my people to see/We’re bubbling on the top 100/ Just like a mighty dread,”(“Roots Rock Reggae”), Bob was acutely aware of karmic balance: “For every little action/There’s a reaction” (“Satisfy My Soul”). This tension is evident in a comparison of “Waiting in Vain” where Bob declares, “It’s Jah love that I’m waiting on,” and in “Zion Train” where he combines Proverbs 16:16: “How much better to get wisdom than gold, to choose understanding rather than silver!” and Mark 8:36: "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” to create the remarkable lyric: “Don't gain the world and lose your soul/ Wisdom is better than silver and gold .” The pull of the divine and the lure of the earthly surfaced many times in Bob's life, and in “Could you be Loved?” Bob transformed personal anguish into a psalm of redemption.

Bob begins by repeating the question, “Could you be loved and be loved?” By repetition and his interchangeable use of the word “loved,” it’s as if Bob is turning the question in his mind about divine love and earthly love--with all its implications for the fraternal and erotic. This seems entirely plausible when one considers the central tenet of Rastafari:  the awakened individual (“I’) realizes his oneness with the community and the divine (the Higher “Iya” man) or InI.

From this viewpoint, Bob issues a warning, which is rooted in the Manichean vision of Rastafari:

Don't let them fool ya,
Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!
We've got a mind of our own,
So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!

A careful listener to Bob’s music will notice that when he uses the second person “you” as in “You running and you running, and you running away,” (“Running Away”) he is often talking about himself. Also any statement from “they” as in “They say we’ve got to fulfill the book” (“Redemption Song”) or “dem” as in “Dem say we free again” (“Trench Town Rock”), should be viewed with a healthy dose of skepticism if not disbelief. From Bob’s perspective, “they” and “dem” are a part of the “Babylon System” of enslavement and downpression from which the sufferahs through their own volition must free themselves:

They say what we know
Is just what they teach us
Thru political strategy
They keep us hungry
When you gonna get some food
Your brother got to be your enemy
(“Ambush in the Night’)

As a “son of light,” Marley identifies himself as a spiritual man as opposed to the materialist “dem”:

But I say: we no know how we and dem a-go work it out:
Dem a flesh and bone!
We no know how we and dem a-go work it out.
(“We and Dem”)

It is also interesting to note Marley’s use of the rhyme “fool” and “school.” This is a recurrent theme in Jamaican/Caribbean music. From the Mighty Sparrow (“Dan in the Man in the Van”) through Peter Tosh (“You Can’t Blame the Youth”) through Julian Marley (“The Master has Come Back”) and Stephen Marley (“Mind Control”), the government uses state sanctioned education to perpetuate ignorance: “Brainwash education to make us the fools” (“Crazy Baldheads”). Or as Bob stated, “We don't have education we have inspiration; if I was educated I would be a damn fool. (Time Will Tell). Bob’s plea for his listeners to follow his example of “Resisting against the system” (“One Drop”) is taken from the biblical junction in Romans 12:2: “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind.”

For if an individual persisted in conforming to Babylon, he would be on the path to hell. And what is hell? Again, the Rastafari concept of InI is useful. Hell is created when an individual (“I’) thinks that he is separate from the community and the divine (“nI”). By exercising free will, he becomes one of “dem.” It was from this insight that Bob wrote “So Much Trouble in the World”: “Men sailing on their ego trips/blast off in their space ships/ no care for you/ no care for me.” The individual, who has willfully cut himself from human and divine connection, drifts in a world of despair.

However, in the midst of the struggle of light and darkness, there is always hope:

Love would never leave us alone,
A-yin the darkness there must come out to light.

In the Iniverse of Rastafari, one is never alone even when “The road of life is rocky and you may stumble too.” Yet while enduring the tribulations, one should avoid judgmental labels for, “While you point your fingers someone else is judging you.” The “someone else” could also be the “Iya man” or conscience as Bunny Wailer sang in “Pass it On”:

What your hands do,
It's your own eyes that see,
So won't you judge you're actions
To make sure the results are clean.
It's your own conscience that is gonna remind you
That it's your heart and nobody else's
That is gonna judge.

Be not selfish in your doings,
(“Pass it on”)

Judgment as an act of the ego also cuts off the individual from the community. From the first song Bob wrote, “Judge Not,” to one of the last songs, “Forever Loving Jah,” he warned against judging by appearances:

They say we're going wrong to all the people we meet;
But-a we won't worry, we won't shed no tears:
We found a way to cast away the fears,
Forever, yeah!

We'll be forever loving Jah. We'll be forever!
We'll be forever loving Jah. Forever, yes, and forever!
We'll be forever loving Jah. There'll be no end.
(“Forever Loving Jah’)

Labels and judgments are limited. In “Judge Not,” Bob strikes a cautionary tone for anyone who persists judging others: “Judge not/ If you're not ready for judgment.” But there is a way out. Again, Bob offers a way out of the hell of separation and judgment by urging his listeners to “Love your brother man.”
Love passes over judgment and repairs the seeming disconnect between the human and the divine. And while one may have doubts (unawakened human love is fickle), the love of Jah is constant:

Many a time I sit and wonder why
This race so - so very hard to run,
Then I say to my soul: take courage,
Battle to be won,
Like a ship that's tossed and driven,
Battered by the angry sea, yea-eah!
Say the tide of time was raging;
Don't let the fury fall on me, no, no!

Cause I know
Jah will be waiting there;
Ain't it good to know now:
Jah will be waiting there.
(“I Know”)

And if we love our brother man, we love Jah. In the world of Rastafari, man and God are one: “Almighty God is a living man” (“Get up, Stand up”).

In the next stanza, Bob returns to the theme of succumbing to Babylon. This time, however, he rhymes “change” and “rearrange” to speak about life choices and alignment with “dem”:

Don't let dem change ya, oh! -
Or even rearrange ya! Oh, no!
We've got a life to live.
They say: only - only -
only the fittest of the fittest shall survive -
Stay alive! Eh!

This is the life-affirming message of Rastafari that Bob repeated throughout his career: “Stay alive.” For New World Africans whose history, according to the textbooks (written by “dem”) began as chattel on the auction block (owned by "dem), the idea that “Life is your right,” is part of the redemption song  that Marley sang with Peter Tosh in “Get up, Stand up”:

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. Jah!

Bob knew for many of the sufferahs, survival is at best tenuous, and it easy to become one of “dem” by giving into desire. As Bob confessed, desires of the ego have led many, himself included, off the path: “My only vice is having many women” (Bob Marley im Interview mit Patrick Barrat).

 As someone who had been in love many times and who had written about the highs and lows of erotic love, Bob warns about the insatiability of desire: “You ain't gonna miss your water until your well runs dry/ No matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.” But with help of reggae/rockers Bob issues a challenge to himself to write songs that “say something.” This was a commitment that he voiced many times:

Oh Lord, give me a session
Not another version!
(“Mix up, Mix up"

For although Bob had written a fair amount of love songs, “Me have to sing love songs” (Talkin’ Blues), reggae/rockers was ultimately not just about writing songs that said “Baby, baby I love you.” Bob wanted to write music to “free the people”:

We come from Trench Town,
Come from Trench Town;
We come from Trench Town.
Lord we free the people with music (sweet music);
We free the people with music (sweet music);
We free our people with music,
With music, oh music (oh music)!
(“Trench Town”)

And not just “his people” from Trench Town, but all people: “Me speak to all the children. Me speak to everything that moveth and liveth pon the earth” (Talkin’ Blues). To the extent that Bob poured his personality into his craft is testament to his longevity as a cultural icon and may explain why so many people from different cultural backgrounds can identify with his songs. And while some chose to divide humanity on the basis of race/class and become “dem,” Bob would have none of it: “Yeah. I've come to realize se dem really divide wi in classes. Yes, and is true. Dem try fi divide wi in classes weh mi don't agree with. Because is wickedness. Yuh cyaan divide people. How can yuh divide the people? Some ah dem nuh have four foot?” (So Much Things to Say). Bob didn’t just “believe” in the oneness of humanity; he knew it in every fiber of his being:

One love, one heart,
Let's get together and feel alright.
(“One Love”)

Ezra Pound once said, “Literature is news that stays news” and the same could be said about Marley’s songs. For even as “they” plunge into the future with ideas of progress and securing material comforts, the sufferahs should remember that at the time of composition of “Could you be Loved,” Bob was surrounded by material comforts, the love of many women, and the adoration of the Idren. Yet in the midst of all this, he could still raise the question about his love, our love for ourselves and each other (InI): “Could you be loved? And be loved?”

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Image: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bobmarleymusic/5152278444/

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For more articles about Bob Marley on this blog:
http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/search/label/Bob%20Marley


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January 11, 2011

Edwidge Danticat: The Haiti earthquake, a year later



In the Haitian vodou tradition, it is believed by some that the souls of the newly dead slip into rivers and streams and remain there, under the water, for a year and a day. Then, lured by ritual prayer and song, the souls emerge from the water and the spirits are reborn. These reincarnated spirits go on to occupy trees, and, if you listen closely, you may hear their hushed whispers in the wind. The spirits can also hover over mountain ranges, or in grottoes, or caves, where familiar voices echo our own when we call out their names. The year-and-a-day commemoration is seen, in families that believe in it and practice it, as a tremendous obligation, an honorable duty, in part because it assures a transcendental continuity of the kind that has kept us Haitians, no matter where we live, linked to our ancestors for generations.
To read more of Edwidge Danticat’s essay, please follow this link:
http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2011/01/17/110117taco_talk_danticat#ixzz1AjX4g2C0


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Barbados to Host CaribbeanTales 2011 Film Festival


Barbados will once again host the CaribbeanTales Film Festival (CTFF), Symposium & Marketplace from March 7 – 20 2011. The festival follows a highly successful event held last year that was a major boost for the local and regional film industry. 

CEO of CaribbeanTales Worldwide Distribution and award-winning film maker, Frances-Anne Solomon disclosed that the Official Media Launch for the festival will take place at the Island Inn Hotel at 10.00 am on January 17.

“The original CTFF held in Toronto for the last five years has been described as “bringing Caribbean films to the world”, while our Barbados event brings the film world to the Caribbean with a view to developing the regional audio-visual industry.” Solomon said. 

In 2010, the inaugural Barbados edition of the festival attracted 76 film makers, buyers, media professionals and visitors from the Caribbean, North America, the UK and South Africa to these shores and was a major boost for the fledgling Barbadian film industry. Among the many highlights was a workshop by renowned director, Julie Dash who was the first African American woman to have a film distributed theatrically throughout the United States.

CaribbeanTales Worldwide Distribution Inc., the only company dedicated in the English-speaking Caribbean to the distribution of Caribbean audio-visual content will stage the event which will include a Content Incubator, educational screenings, workshops as well as a symposium and marketplace focused on Caribbean content.

Speakers at the Media Launch will include Dr Keith Nurse, Chairman of CTWD, Frances-Anne Solomon and Lisa Wickham, a director of CTWD
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Book Review: Dub Wise @ Morphological Confetti



Geoffrey Philp has woven together everything that represents his heart and his perception of the world dealing with spirituality, existence, love, and family. Yes, acrostically, this spells “SELF.” I threw that in just to be clever, but he also explores identity in the poem,“Red.” 

For more, please follow this link: http://civileyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/geoffrey-philp-dub-wise.html

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