Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The Blues...According to Jimmy Baldwin, by 'bro. zayid'

Black August is here...
Today is the birth anniv of Harlem literary legend James Baldwin, born on this day, Aug 2, 1924...
Once upon a time in 1988, i was commissioned to pen this offering...
(updated and corrected Jan 2024)


THE BLUES...ACCORDING TO JIMMY BALDWIN...
(for the late James Baldwin)
by ‘bro. zayid’

THE BLUES
ACCORDING TO JIMMY BALDWIN
be some mean blues
some tuff blues
some deep
some intense
some sho-nuff
blues!
They be some uplifting blues
they be some eyepoppin blues
hormone-pumpin blues
brain-stingin blues
bold
direct
raw
naked
sharp
shinin
wellaimed
& unapologetic blues…
they be some dangerous blues…
and what else could a gifted
native son of harlem like this produce?
what else could we expect from this
this child of sweet sounds
and with thickly endowed senses
this stoned-survivor of hard smells
and brutal surroundings
this defiant
outraged
outloud
transcender of a butcher shop
arrogant enuf to call itself a ‘civilization’?...
this biopser of racist plague
this diagnoser of hate and selfhate
this prognosticator of doom…
this prescriber of pure
uncut
unadultered love
for the oppressed
and the oppressor alike…
this deliverer of truth
a cutting truth
a bleeding truth
a consuming truth
a contagious truth
a rough truth
a real truth…
and how could we expect  anything less
from this language invader
this word conqueror
this chiseller of spirit
who could paint terror
in all its vomit-like rage
& somehow mold clarity
direction
purpose
& salvation
from all its nasty drippings…
this wielder of emotion
this fierce sculptor of the blues…
real blues
third-trimester pregnant
& whole blues
nothin but the species & planet-savin
blues…
so
given its awesome
resplendent
replete
blue source
& given its uncompromising
ingenous
& revolutionary adventurous
bluesmaker
with the healer’s touch
the seer’s sense
& those gentle
omnivorous eyes
so given all this
cosmic-stretchin
pipeline of selfrespect
THE BLUES... 
ACCORDING TO JIMMY BALDWIN
could be nothin’ less than
knifing
bowel-burning
terrifying
far-reaching
foretelling
blues!
blues that be forever pointing
forever pointing
forever pointing
foretelling blues
that be forever pointing
forever pointing
always readying us 
for
the fire
next time!

©1988 all rights reserved

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