Showing posts with label #BlackLivesMatter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #BlackLivesMatter. Show all posts

Thursday, July 16, 2020

"And What Shall You Say?" by Joseph S. Cotter, Jr.

30-second video/reading of a poem by Joseph S. Cotter, Jr., that was published in James Weldon Johnson's celebrated anthology The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922).

link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBZZx6YNSPA

Sunday, July 5, 2020

From a Diary of the Plague Year (16)


And so it came to pass
That in the midst of plague,
The plague of white supremacy
Again rose to kill. A tide
Of no: no-more swelled
And swamped the shore.
We hope this won’t turn out
As it has before, waters
Retreating, the chalk beach
Bright white again.


Hans Ostrom
June 2020

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Read and See

I decided to do a recorded reading/video of "Read and See," which responds to Aaron Douglas's famous painting/mural (in oil), "Aspiration" (1936).

link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGe5QCQBaKU

Thursday, June 25, 2020

"America," by Robert Creeley


Recording/video of short poem by Robert Creeley. From Selected Poems by Robert Creeley. Copyright © 1991 by The Regents of the University of California. All rights reserved Originally published in Pieces (1969).


Link to video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5JXmxeUBkU

Monday, June 15, 2020

Narrow Present

No, you can't close the future
to make repairs. The past
is always open but people
tend to bring back the wrong
things from it. I find the present
to be very narrow, choked
as it is with ignorance and hatred.
Maybe now it will get the airing
out it has forever needed.


hans ostrom

Monday, June 8, 2020

"Emmett Till," poem by James Emanuel

This poem crushes me. A recording/video. James Emanuel (1921-1913) was a fine poet who wrote, among other things, jazz haiku. He was also a scholar and professor who taught in the U.S. and abroad. He also wrote a book about Langston Hughes. I wish I had met him.

link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcPm3zTMVYo

"Let America Be America Again," Langston Hughes

A video/reading (from quite a while ago) of one of Langston Hughes's many protest poems, this one with a hopeful spirit: "Let America Be America Again":

link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78EKb0znCTI&t=162s

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Engulfed

A shadow hands you a book
and walks away. You open
the book to a middle page,
where you read, "The good idea
of 'America' died from complications
related to the disease of White
Supremacy. You're living in the
funeral." You close the book,
turn, and see a million shadows
and more rushing toward you.


hans ostrom 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

You Haven't Earned a Prize

When you're White, and you learn
things and as they say get your
consciousness raised enough
by the jack called the-way-things-are-
and-have-always-been, you end up
losing friends and not really wanting
to hang around many White folks
much because disgust and rage
are exhausting.

If your view gets raised a little more,
you won't feel sorry for yourself,
you'll understand, why Black folks
really don't want to hang around you,
whether it's personal or not.

It's not like you're awareness
is anything more than the minimal
thing to achieve, and it's not like
you've somehow earned the prize
of their company.  Solitude

and isolation, boo-hoo, tough shit.
Your modest discomfort doesn't
even register on the scale of pain
to which the colonies and the United States
dedicated and still dedicate themselves.
You've probably heard the saying:
Many White people fear a race war;
most Black people, like their forebears,
continue to try to survive in one.


hans ostrom 2016

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

"in unjust Spring"

(with apologies to e.e.)


"in unjust Spring
after the po-
lice state had arisen (peo-
were dis-
tracted)(fires
burned in Baltimore,well
known to be
a terribly terribly racist
city:plagued
by the pale doom of
american history.
Baltimore is all the rage
that builds up:frus-
tration & americans rather
likesitscities to die,
especially
black&brown
spaces,"
he spoke, in despair and not
knowing what else to do.



hans ostrom 2015