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100 years ago: Young Langston Hughes publishes his first poem in 1921

Excerpt from his first published poem

“The Negro Speaks of Rivers” (1921): Written when he was 17 years old on a train to Mexico City to see his father, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” was Hughes’ first poem which received critical acclaim after it was published in the June 1921 issue of the NAACP magazine The Crisis.” -From biography.com:

Langston Hughes(Robert W. Kelley. 1958)

Langston Hughes

(Robert W. Kelley. 1958)


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“The Weary Blues”-By Langston Hughes

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,

Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,

  I heard a Negro play.

Down on Lenox Avenue the other night

By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light

  He did a lazy sway….

  He did a lazy sway…

To the tune o’ those Weary Blues.

With his ebony hands on each ivory key

He made that poor piano mean with melody.

    O Blues!

Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool

He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.

  Sweet Blues!

Coming from a black man’s soul.

  O Blues!

In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone

I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan–

  “Ain’t got nobody in all this world,

  Ain’t got nobody but ma self.

  I’s gwine to quit ma frownin’

  And put ma troubles on the shelf.”

Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.

He played a few chords then he sang some more–

  “I got the Weary Blues

  And I can’t be satisfied–

  I ain’t happy no mo’

  And I wish that I had died.”

And far into the night he crooned that tune.

The stars went out and so did the moon.

The singer stopped playing and went to bed

While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.

He slept like a rock or a man’s that’s dead.

“My People”

The night is beautiful,

So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful,

So the eyes of my people.

Beautiful, also, is the sun.

Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

–Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes, The Best of Simple (1961)

Langston Hughes, The Best of Simple (1961)


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Normally a copy of Langston Hughes’s Shakespeare in Harlem like this wouldn’t be the type of book weNormally a copy of Langston Hughes’s Shakespeare in Harlem like this wouldn’t be the type of book weNormally a copy of Langston Hughes’s Shakespeare in Harlem like this wouldn’t be the type of book weNormally a copy of Langston Hughes’s Shakespeare in Harlem like this wouldn’t be the type of book weNormally a copy of Langston Hughes’s Shakespeare in Harlem like this wouldn’t be the type of book we

Normally a copy of Langston Hughes’s Shakespeare in Harlem like this wouldn’t be the type of book we acquire. It’s the third printing, its dust jacket is long gone, and the cover well-worn. 

But it’s also an excellent example why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover!  This appears to be Hughes’s own copy of the last edition of this book issued during his lifetime. Not only that, Hughes made changes to fifteen of its poems, some of them dramatic shifts in the tone, rhythm, length, or meaning of the text.

This copy turned up in a sorority house at Lincoln University (Hughes’s alma mater) a couple of years ago, from which it was sold at auction and entered the rare book trade. Much about the volume remains to be discovered.  The changes that Hughes made in this volume have not been published or incorporated into any of the later editions of Hughes’s collected works or poems.


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by Langston Hughes (1902–1967).

Gather quickly

Out of darkness

All the songs you know

And throw them at the sun

Before they melt

Like snow

by Langston Hughes (1902–1967).

Big Boy came

Carrying a mermaid

On his shoulders

And the mermaid

Had her tail

Curved

Beneath his arm. 



Being a fisher boy,

He’d found a fish

To carry—

Half fish,

Half girl

To marry.

Josephine Baker was a singer, dancer, spy, activist, paragon of beauty, and member of social circles

Josephine Baker was a singer, dancer, spy, activist, paragon of beauty, and member of social circles that included luminaries like Langston Hughes, Pablo Picasso, and Ernest Hemingway. Not bad, eh? She wowed audiences in her adopted France, worked for the resistance in the WWII, and returned back to the States to integrate concert halls and fight in the civil rights movement. If you think she sounds like a busy lady, wait until you hear about her 12 kids! This Push Girl was simply amazing.

Tell your friend she’s got a little Josephine Baker in her. Reblog now to give her a little push.


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New Arrivals: Black Graphics International: A Journal of Revolutionary Literature & Art - No.20

New Arrivals: Black Graphics International: A Journal of Revolutionary Literature & Art - No.20 (Fall-Winter, 1975), edited by Aaron Pori Pitts.

A later issue of this Detroit-based Black Arts journal, founded in 1969 by artist and poet Aaron Pori Pitts. This issue features an editorial on “Fascism in the Media,” essays, news, and artwork by regulars in the Detroit arts and literary scene. Laid into this issue are three BGI advertising flyers, subscription form, three-year calender on cardstock (1975-1977), and an additional flyer for the opening of Ed Bullins’s The Fabulous Miss Marie at The Langston Hughes Theatre (Feb.26, 1976).

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Langston Hughes on What Life Was Really Like for a Poor Black Man in 1940s Harlem “If you are

Langston Hughes on What Life Was Really Like for a Poor Black Man in 1940s Harlem

“If you are white and are reading this vignette, don’t take it for granted that all Harlem is a slum. It isn’t.”


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#IstantaneeDalPassato | #FlashbackFriday:Amiri Baraka e Maya Angelou; Schomburg Center for Research

#IstantaneeDalPassato | #FlashbackFriday:

Amiri Baraka eMaya Angelou; Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, 1991.

Foto:Chester Higgins, Jr.

«As I watched, Amiri Baraka asked Maya Angelou to dance and walked her to the “I’ve Known Rivers” Cosmogram — the focal point of the celebration, newly set into the floor over the ashes of Langston Hughes. As the two poets danced, the energy of the crowd focused on them. The room came alive as everyone applauded.
In this impromptu tribute to Langston Hughes,I believe these two African-American icons created a moment that reflected our collective love for poets of African descent and the continuity of African creative genius.»(A Dance of Rivers, Chester Higgins, Jr.)


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Let America Be America Again by Mitchell Siporin, 1936

This is a song for the genius child. 
Sing it softly, for the song is wild. 
Sing it softly as ever you can — 
Lest the song get out of hand.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Can you love an eagle, 
Tame or wild?
Wild or tame, 
Can you love a monster 
Of frightening name?
Nobody loves a genius child.
Kill him - and let his soul run wild

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“Kids Who Die,” Langston Hughes, 1938

From “To Float in the Space Between” by Terrance Hayes in the July/August issue of Poetry.[image: InFrom “To Float in the Space Between” by Terrance Hayes in the July/August issue of Poetry.[image: In

From“To Float in the Space Between”byTerrance Hayes in the July/August issueofPoetry.

[image: Ink drawings on white lined paper (as if from a notebook) in the segmented style of comic panels, with text from the Etheridge Knight poem “For Langston Hughes.” First image has a series of figures walking in a line across a landscape of varied shapes and textures with the title of the poem handwritten in the sky above them, followed by the line, “Another weaver of black dreams has gone.” Second image is a close portrait of a man or two men across several panels in a background of silhouettes and shapes with some continuing text from the poem, “we sat in June Bug’s pad with the shades drawn/ and the air thick with holy smoke.”]


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I catch the pattern

Of your silence

Before you speak


I do not need

To hear a word.


In your silence

Every tone I seek

Is heard.


© Langston Hughes

Ph. Oliver Takac

fairest:

Sun and softness,
Sun and the beaten hardness of the earth,
Sun and the song of all the sun-stars
Gathered together—
Dark ones of Africa,
I bring you my songs
To sing on the Georgia roads.

—Langston Hughes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           


From the heart of a young Langston Hughes.PoemThe night is beautiful.So the faces of my people.The s

From the heart of a young Langston Hughes.

Poem

The night is beautiful.
So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.

Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

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