Monday, April 20, 2009

art and the harlem renaissance

The Harlem Renaissance helped shape not only black culture, but infiltrated and influenced the art, literature, and music of all early twentieth century America. This influence over the arts helped give the new emerging black culture a face, an identity. With ‘new negro’ idealism now made tangible, African-Americans were more an enabled to state a claim as being part of this young, thriving, early twentieth century America. No longer could African-Americans be over looked. This black culture had something; soul and pride. This sparked the interest not only of white America, but it seemed to hold the attention of the entire world.


The Harlem Renaissance became famous for many reasons. It was new, it was original and it was in your face. This period grabbed my attention when I first saw the much praised art of it’s time. The very one dimensional images and the bright colors bare uncanny similarities to the byzantine art from western europe not only in appearance, but also in meaning. The art that was prevalent in early 1900s America was realism paintings, however black art at this time rarely touched realism. What was it about this new emerging art style that grabbed the hungry eyes of blacks and whites alike? African-American artists during this time got rid of depth, dimension and realism and replaced it with soul, meaning and ideals. This new style of art told a story. The subjects painted were not portrayed as realistic figures, as in the past, but rather as symbols. This loss of humanity in these paintings was able to gain a voice for African-American idealism. These symbol like personas were as important to this time period, as Da Vinci was to the Sistine Chapel. 



Though much ground was gained during the Harlem Renaissance, it came at a price. It seemed that participants in this black revival were divided on every issue. These participants were primarily writers, musicians and artists. There disagreements were very based on the way this new ‘black art’ expressed itself. Many believed that this  new art should be used to appease whites. Others did the exact opposite and flaunted black pride for the sake of only agitation. Another problem facing this new pop culture was falling into a stereotype. Black clubs were perhaps too often inviting to whites as some sort of show not as the massive cultural movement and revival that was happening with the hearts of blacks all over. Lastly, another major controversy was the question if black art was being used too much as propaganda and had totally lost the identity of being art at all. These questions for this very young movement were no more out of line than the questioning of a child passionate about living and figuring out how to do so.


Sunday, April 19, 2009

catch'n'release

Catch n' release, catch n' release

O' thats all you do...

Catchin' to release, catchin' to release

O' WHY CANT YOU CHOOSE?

 

and me?

 

Oh, well im just a kitten caught in a tree.

screaming, "GET ME DOWN FROM HERE PLEASE!"

 

...but if you dare to try

I'll hiss, kick and cry!

You see, "I like being way up high." (honestly)

 

...its just,

 

...its just this idea of being caught.

Not really wanted not really belonging.

its words like this that make me distraught.

...but still I am willing to be caught.

 

call me Zachaeus, but i need an invitation.

'cuz I'd rather be caught in a tree

and wait for the day you notice me.

than wander off with no motivation

wondering "what the hells wrong with me,"

wishin' i was at least caught by that tree.

 

s

o

 

Catch n' release, catch n' release

hopin' you'll notice me.

Catchin' to release, catchin' to release

...but I'll keep climbing this tree!

wrote this well (not) celebrating my second 4th of july in a row in bolivia

Happy birthday America!

Go celebrate rebellion!

A country of witches,

BURN 'EM DOWN!

 

Happy birthday America!

Go kill another billion!

The fatherless and the bitches,

BURN 'EM DOWN!

 

-candles on a cake, a breath you take, a wish you make!

For: Greed, Lust and Poverty

 

-thankyou Mr. Washington

hold me now!

We are all slaves to the platform.
"Git' in line! EVERYONE IN UNIFORM!"

We don't know what to do... so we do the best we can.
We don't know much of You... so we clutch at clutching hands.

We put our hopes into prayers, 
and our prayers to the air.
We pray to God that He's actually there.

... and if He is, could He just...

hold me now? HOLD ME NOW!

Now my whole life has been a search for chariots of fire.
"Search in every church, with a 'holy ghost desire."

C
l
i
m
b
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g the tops of trees, just trying to reach the Sky.

BARELY MADE IT TO THE DEVIL'S KNEES BEFORE I HAD TO DIE!

... now my hopes are in my prayers, and my prayers to the air.
I'm praying, "Dear God are you actually there?"

and if you are "HOLD ME NOW! HOLD ME NOW! HOLD ME NOW!"

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

some free verse for my thoughts.


Oh you gluttonous hummingbird
too much weight on your wings.
oh what a pitiful thing!

Oh I'm nothing short of something absurd,
the songs of redemption that i sing.
Oh what a pitiful thing!

OH WHAT A PITIFUL thing
THAT THE PITIFUL sing!
OH WHAT A PITIFUL song
THAT THE PITIFUL sung!


Oh   --------------> gOD!

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity
Wisdom is just a fogged mirror
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity
We stared into her but saw nothing clearer.

...

In Closing:

the beard of Aaron may grow long
but it will never reach my outstreached hand.
live you life and do not one this wrong,
because even moses never saw the promised land.