Month: October 2011

A Movie for a Poet

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Let’s start with some of my favorite quotes:

“Truly, smoke is like imagination.”

“Sometimes it’s all about risk.”

“The psychic distance between love and hate is the same as the physical distance between a smile and a snare.”

“This is the song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as you ever can – Lest the song get out of hand.”

“I believe what I feel moves unsaid in the air between us – satellite blackouts. It is true, some of the people we love are terrorists.”

There’s something beautiful about his movie. Perhaps I’m biased because this is a movie for a poet. Or maybe it’s because it’s set in my good old home town of New York City.  The movie highlights important, taboo and volatile aspects of Black culture – the Harlem Renaissance and homosexuality. My reactions during the movie were a whole lotta “holy shits!” Partially because I was so proud to see a young black actor like Anthony Mackie play the role of an openly gay, homosexual, Black artist and student in the 21st century. I learned more about black history in relations to homosexuality from this movie than I’ve ever learned in the years I’ve spent sitting in a classroom. What does that tell you about the history of American education?

A particularly intense scene occurs when a discussion about black men having interracial sex with other black men back during the civil rights movement was addressed in an interview. “You let the white man F*@k you in the ass. Now what does that make you? That makes you the lowest scum on the Earth.” This brings up a major conflict of dual identities of oppressed groups of people – between being a Black man and being a homosexual man. In the clip shown, James Baldwin was criticized by Elderidge Cleaver  and his own people during a time when Blacks were fighting for equality but was also othered because he identified as homosexual. Cleaver was more concerned with the symbolic nature of the action than acknowledging his oppression of his own brother.

Another scene that provoked some thought was when Wallace Thurman and Zora Neale Hurston and is changing the language of the publication to sell to a broader audience.

“A good writer has to make concessions to what the public wants.” Zora’s response it’s admirable, “But the language of the novel preserves the folklore roots.” “You’re not writing in easy to read English that people can understand then how do you expect people to get it.” “It is English the Negro’s English.” “How hard can it be to translate that into something that everyone can understand?” It is the oral Negro tradition. The people that are a part of it recognize it. I’m not speaking for these people, I am these people.”

What I loved about Zora and Wallace’s response was that they wanted to stay true to the culture they were trying to represent. This addresses the idea that urban vernacular isn’t frequently recognized as a respected form of language. Zora and Wallace made sure that they were not going to represent their culture in a way that genuinely represent themselves. How do you continue to oppress group of people? You silence them and strip them of their culture.  Unfortunately, silence was perpetuated by black organizations like NAACP. Because there were a lot complaints about their magazine, Fire!!,  from the public, newsstands were told not to display them. I’m not ready to discuss that in too much detail, but I would say that it’s quite disappointing that a center and institution of Black culture would squash the creativity of their own people.

Cinematically, I enjoyed how Rodney Evans incorporated historical instances of some of the most recognized artists of the Harlem Renaissance into a modern day portrayal of a young student’s discovery of self.

Much props to Anthony Mackie for a stellar, mature, and committed performance. Watch the movie to reach into a rare world of black culture.

Check out the history of some of the black artist highlighted in the movie:

Bruce Nugent

James Baldwin

Eldridge Cleaver

Wallace Thurman

Zora Neale Hurston

Literally sources:

Smoke, Lilies, and Jade

Fire!!

Brother to Brother screenplay

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Surprise! The Hip-Hop & Love Tour

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For weeks my friend had been telling me to keep Tuesday, October 18th free. But why? Were we finally going on that Duck tour we’d been talking about? Were we going to the circus? Will she finally take me to that sushi place she’s been raving about? Luckily, I like surprises and waited until the weekend before to ask a mutual friend what the hell was going on. We we going to a hip-hop concert! I was cool with not knowing the other details of that night by that point. I trusted her – I mean, she’s been working two feet from me for the past year and probably hears about every artist I’ve ever fallen in love with.

As my visiting friend and I wait for my other friends to arrive, the bouncer spills the beans, “Murs is playing tonight.” AHHHHHHH!!!! In classic form, I squeal and bounce around in utter excitement. BEST BELATED BDAY GIFT EVER!!!

I’d only recently stumbled across Murs via Pandora one day and immediately began exploring his music. Positive hip-hop. Something that’s missing from today’s urban culture scene. When I discovered him he was still rocking the naturally formed locs. By the time I saw him live, the bundles of joy had been cut before the release of the Love and Rockets, Volume 1: The Transformation album. Little did I know, Murs had been around for a while – his first solo album being released in 1997. Finally, years after being artist, he was finally crossing my path on a 46 stop tour across the US. Needless to say, I was freaking pumped to be at a Murs concert with a few of my closest friends.

The opening acts included  Murs, Tabi Bonney, Ski Beatz & the Senseis, McKenzie Eddy, Sean O`Connell, Da$h. All of them were quite talented, especially McKenzie Eddy, the only woman on the The Hip-Hop and Love tour. Personally, I wasn’t too impressed with some of the lyrics. No doubt I’m biased because of  my inappreciation for oppressive and degrading lyrics makes me cringe. Once Murs came on stage it was a wrap. Regardless of lyrics, the concert was great! I probably danced through the entire set. Murs performance was flawless, his delivery was better than the recorded version and he gave off great energy. My favorite was 316. I must say I was disappointed with the turn-out but that just meant I got to be at the edge of the stage with enough room to dance my ass off. Although I was bummed out I’d actually chosen to leave my good camera at home, I was able to snap a few pics with my awesome 3.2 megapixel camera (a joke) and record a few videos. I apologize for the crappy quality in advance, it’s difficult to enjoy a show and capture stunning quality at the same time. Enjoy!

Perhaps he’s coming to a city near you.

Just Let Go

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Riding along the Charles River Pathway a week ago, I noticed this little message. The message is close to my heart as it’s something that I’m constantly reminding myself to do on a regular basis.

Just Let Go

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I’m always finding something different in Allston. This one’s right off of Brighton Ave.

October photo of the month

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As the cold winds and crisp fall days approach, it’s time to say farewell to the summer. Hope this one makes you feel a little warmth on the inside. Check out this month’s photo of the month.

© Krystal Hope

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Absolutely Nothing!