This Thursday, September 11, at 6pm, I will join other poets and writers at Home Away From Home’s celebration of the Ge’ez New Year 9/11 to share 10 minutes of my Ethiopia/Eritrea experience (I was a foreign correspondent based in Addis Ababa at the age of 22). This event comes to us via The Home Away from Home- Ethiopian & Eritrean Art Project. Hope to see some of my Bay Area people at Studio Grand.
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The debate as to whether the Internet is good or bad for literature doesn’t seem any closer to resolution now than when it began, years ago, but the fact remains that some people in the literary world are excellent at using Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and even Instagram or Pinterest to communicate with readers and get people interested in what they’re writing. These aren’t the writers who have hundreds of thousands of Twitter followers but only tweet when they have a book come out, or the ones who write a guest blog post every year to get their names back into the conversation.
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I hope you will join us for this tribute to Pablo Neruda at the Red Poppy Art House, Thursday, July 10, 7:30pm 2698 Folsom St, San Francisco. Doors open at 7pm. Come early.
I was fresh out of high school when a revolutionary filmmaker on finding out I was a poet-wanna-be invited me to his home for breakfast, where he spread food on his kitchen table as well as books of his favorite poets. Very appropriate that I was introduced to the works of Neruda over food served up by a radical artist. Neruda’s odes to apples, lemons, onions, artichokes, and other common things infused with uncommon meaning, made it possible for me to write “Hallucinating at the Velvet Lounge,” which in part could be called an ode to cornbread.
Amiri Baraka will never be silenced. I suspect that he is still in the vanguard bombarding all souls within reach with poetic flash bombs in the afterlife where revolutionaries continue to insist on justice. In my pursuit of wielding culture and knowledge as an alternatively blunt and subtle implement for social change I find his voice ever present.
Baraka first erupted into my consciousness as Leroi Jones in the anthology 3000 Years of Black Poetry, a book I stole as a junior high school student in San Francisco. His presence in those pages, alongside Gwendolyn Brooks, Mari Evans, Nikki Giovanni, Ted Joans, Bob Kaufman, Victor Hernandez Cruz, and other poets, pulled me into an inescapable creative orbit. I had the privilege of moving within Baraka’s gravitational pull on a few occasions since stealing that book.
One of my all-time favorite poetry readings, from the perspective of poet and audience member, was organized by poet Maria Mazziotti Gillan at the Poetry Center at Passaic Country Community Center in Paterson, NJ. The lineup was Amiri Baraka, Allen Ginsberg, Jimmy Santiago Baca, Luis Rodriguez, Patricia Smith, Leroy Quintana, Michael Weaver, Lamont Steptoe, Elmaz Abinader, and myself. I remember Amiri being as explosive on the stage at that reading as I had found him on the page. He lit up the room in more ways than one. I witnessed that same effect over and over again whether it was at a Guild Complex event at the Chopin Theater in Chicago, the Nuyorican Café in New York, the Fillmore Heritage Center in San Francisco, or his study in Newark.
After leaving the Baraka’s home in May 2013, where I’d set up a photo, video, and interview session with Amiri and Amina, I realized that I have been fortunate to meet most of my childhood literary heroes. I met many of those heroes for the first time in the pages of 3000 Years of Black Poetry. My unbreakable connection to the words and messages in that collection was a reflection of the times. In many ways the times have not changed so much from when I first found Amiri. He remained committed to the ideals and practice of revolutionary change to the end. That well-chronicled commitment will ensure that his impact and influence continues even under the onslaught of slings and arrows.
I was in Newark as part of the crew working on the upcoming anthology Of Poetry & Protest: Emmett Till to Trayvon Martin. We set up a makeshift studio in Baraka’s backyard to take advantage of the natural light. The day before driving to Newark from Manhattan we were with Sonia Sanchez on the porch of her home (there was another camera crew in her living room). The day before that we were in Nikki Giovanni’s office at Virginia Tech. We began our photo sessions that week at the Harlem residence of Quincy Troupe and Margaret Porter Troupe. A few weeks before that we visited Mari Evans at her home in Indianapolis after a session in Chicago with Haki Madhubuti, Angela Jackson, Ed Robeson, Eugene B. Redmond, Sterling Plumpp and other literary luminaries. It was as if I was visiting my poetry family. Losing Amiri feels like the loss of one of that extended family of poets.
In Baraka’s final months we were in contact and conversation more frequently than normal because in addition to giving permission for the publication of his portrait, poem, and biographical statement in Of Poetry & Protest: Emmett Till to Trayvon Martin, he also agreed to contribute an essay. My friend and poet-in-arms Bob Holman told me “If you want to reach Amiri call after midnight.” After that advice Amiri and I had many late night exchanges. For the second time I found myself in the outrageous position of editing work that he had generously agreed to include in one of the projects I was working on (In 1999 Tia Chucha Press published him in Power Lines: A Decade of Poetry from Chicago’s Guild Complex where I was a co-editor).
As we exchanged edits of his Of Poetry & Protest essay Amiri and I sometimes wrangled (I’d like to think as comrades) over form, content, intent, purpose, and the relationship of words and meaning to the greater community of poets. At one point, distressed by what he called the “formality” of some of my editorial requests and the “absurdity” of the project’s concern over a potential libel suit based on his verbal evisceration of a certain Editor who will remain un-named, Baraka evoked words similar to those in his response to New Jersey Governor James E. McGreevey’s call for his resignation as Poet Laureate. He had written to McGreevey “I WILL NOT RESIGN.” In response to a few of my editorial requests he wrote, “I will not.”
I was immediately struck by the similarity of the language and respectfully found his response priceless. I laughed – to myself. Then I let that exchange sit for a while, because I realized that Amiri knew that in the grand scheme of art and revolution that we were on the same side. After some intentional (and temporary) silence and reflection we picked up where we had left off and found a solution to our different editorial perspectives. I think that part of Baraka gets lost in the fire-and-brimstone only sightings of the man. Ultimately he was committed to solutions as much as he was committed to ideals.
In our videotaped interview in his backyard Baraka retold the story of Martin Luther King visiting his Newark home. What seemed to have struck him most about their conversation was King’s statement that what the Black community needed at the time was a united front. He seemed to appreciate that tactical insight. Baraka was tuned into the reality of political practice just as much as the role of radical theory. He trained his always-analytical eye on the possibilities of action as much as the poetic line.
I love and respect Amiri Baraka’s conviction to the truth, his unflinching and intellectually rigorous defense of his interpretation of the world, and his life-long commitment to the liberation of the oppressed.
The attached photo is one of many taken by Victoria Smith, the photographer for Of Poetry & Protest: Emmett Till to Trayvon Martin, during our visit to the Baraka’s home. Please contact her for permission to reproduce and obtain a high-res version of this image or others at https://www.facebook.com/bigvicsmith.
— michael warr
One of my earliest memories is of attending a baseball game at Candlestick Park with my father. The impact of the park’s atmosphere and the presence of Willie Mays found their way into one of my poems:
My Father’s Favorite Pastime
To Tony Fitzpatrick
On edge of the darkest ghetto
stood Candlestick Park
lit bright as an A-bomb’s flash.
With tiny hands I turned
a “Bazooka” scented baseball card
of Willie Mays. Rows of shattering
batting stats dispersed into smoke,
while Willie stuck like skin,
unforgettably black like my Mother,
whose schoolmates called “Shinola.”
Black like her son,
who Abyssinians would one day
adopt as “red black.”
In the shadow of America’s
spectacle still nothing mattered
but Blackness. Against the night’s
cruel chill we huddled against the
Hawk, sipping Ghirardelli chocolate,
in search of baseball’s hearth.
Fat with peanuts and Crackerjacks,
a white man sold us something
silver, shiny, wallet-shaped.
Wrapping it in a velvet pouch,
deep blue and fit for royalty,
my Father handed me the mystery,
warmer than a Sunday oven,
bringing mad joy to my hands.
I kept that warmer for centuries,
in an unlocked chaotic drawer.
Packed with memories, junk,
imagination, the blaze in its metal guts
stealing even Willie’s thunder.
by Michael Warr, published in The Armageddon of Funk (Tia Chucha Press, 2011)
the red ass of the screaming mandrill sun
shuts off where the trees close behind
it with the sky…
Read the poem “Drill” in When Thy King Is A Boy, by Ed Roberson,
University of Pittsburgh Press, 1970.
Monday, Dec. 30: Hugh Behm-Steinberg & Michael Warr Share Stage in the Bay Area Generations Reading Series19 Dec
Join Hugh Behm-Steinberg, author of “The Opposite of Work” and I (author of “The Armageddon of Funk”) as a poet tag team at the Bay Area Generations reading on Monday, Dec. 30, The Terrace Room, 1800 Madison Street, Oakland, CA by Lake Merritt.
Artists for the evening include:
Joel Landmine + Cassandra Dallett
Michael Warr + Hugh Behm Steinberg
Sharon Coleman + Rosa Lane
Paul Corman-Roberts + Alexandra Naughton
Musical guests TBA
For this occasion, the regular Terrace Room menu will be offered for dinner, as and the happy hour menu (bar bites + drink specials) will be in effect throughout the event. So come early, nosh, and enjoy some good food, good drink, good company and some outstanding literature in a beautiful setting.
The performance will start at 7:30 sharp. Patrons may arrive any time to dine. As usual, Bay Area Generations will request a $5.00 donation with no one turned away for lack of funds. Go to Bay Area Generations on facebook for more details and to let us know you will be joining us.