Showing posts with label BLACK MEN/BLACK WOMEN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BLACK MEN/BLACK WOMEN. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

BAYO ADEBOWALE'S LATEST BOOK IS OUT!-IT PUTS AFRICAN POETRY IN A NEW CATAGORY WITH ITS BRILLIANT AFRICAN IMAGERY! - GET YOUR COPY NOW!

BAYO  ADEBOWALE’S  AFRICAN MELODY
SINGS FULL-THROATED POETIC SONGS FOR AFRICA
Bayo Adebowale’s newly- published book, AFRICAN MELODY, (A Poetic Exposition of the African Essence) combines sweet melody with harsh melody, melody of expectation with melody of hope, for the African Continent. The 144 page book, containing a total of 61 poems, takes readers on a poetic excursion through the socio-cultural history of a Continent at the focus of global attention.
 
Nature and landscape in the book receive close scrutiny, as much as a number of selected political and historical events in the life of Africans on the Continent, and Africans in the Diaspora. (e.g slave trade, colonialism, coup d’etat, poverty, class distinction famine, racism, genocide, etc.)The poet adulates the achievements of the heroes and heroines of the land, while despots who smear the Continent’s beautiful garment with mud, receive castigation and several knocks on the head.
 
Sweet melody reverberates right from the beginning of the book, as readers encounter ‘motionless crocodiles basking under the blazing afternoon sun, at the magnificent swimming pool of Limpopo’ (p.12); ‘termites milling protectively round their Queen in the palatial fortress, inside the kingdom of the giant anthill’ (p.86); ‘photographs of brown-grass savannah teeming with spotted long-necked giraffes  journeying on the express road of the mind in the open horizon of Pategi’(p.19) ; ’ the receding evening sun sitting down on the busy bay of Lake Chad, immobile like a fat market woman transacting business.’(p.6)
 
Harsh melody, in one other section of the book, exposes Africa as ‘an ailing giant walking with the limbs of a stegomyia and nursing a pulsating numbness in the region of his left leg’(p.53). The ancestral land here has become ‘an elephant crippled by a snare; an antelope caught in a trap; an impala extricating from a tightening noose; a puff adder with his stomach swollen by an undigested rodent; and an earthworm dancing the dance of death in a lake of salt.’(p.59-60)
 
Melody of hope resounds in the book with the arrival of notable icons – African role models like Shaka –‘ the black pugilist of the unconquered land of the rugged Zulu nation’(p.14); Kwegyir –‘ the amiable Goldcoast whiz kid who at school chanted multiplication table with ease and acted Daniel in the Lion’s Den with dexterity’(p.21); Makeba – ‘the cool evening nightingale perching on the African bamboo, dishing out symphonies of pleasant solo tunes in mezzo-soprano octave to a listening universe’(p.84); Luthuli – ‘the blooming banana rhizome on the bank of the roaring River Orange’ (p.10); Ali –‘ the buzzing bee with a deadly sting, the graceful butterfly floating in the openness of the blue sky’(p.110); and Mandela, ‘who trod, unscathed, the narrow freedom road, strewn with pricks and pains, thistles and bristles.’(p.98) and Barrack Obama – ‘the long African broom, sweeping the New World horizon incredibly clean and penny – bright… the arrow head of mighty Luo spear shooting staright to target’ (p.124).
 
In Bayo Adebowale’s AFRICAN MELODY, it is music all the way; Music ‘touching the incore of our heart; jerking us to alertness; and stimulating in us, wonder and incredulity’… Music,’ soft as the murmur of the dove at dawn, pervading our days with delight, in cadences of joyful bubbles; and music, harsh as the monotonous tap on the blacksmith’s anvil permeating our nights with grief, in sequences of sad gurgles.’ (p.23)
 
The inclusion of a Classified Index in this brand new book is unique, so also is the full-colour display of imaginative photographs {nine of them}, supplied with highly creative captions by the poet, for readers delight. Adebowale’s AFRICAN MELODY indeed is a ‘deeply-researched and competently – crafted work of art.’
                                            PROFESSOR ISAAC ADEBAYO ADEYEMI
                                            VICE CHANCELLOR
                                            BELLS UNIVERSITY OF TECHNOLOGY, OTA.
 
Cover Price of the Book: N600; $5 {+ $2 Postage Cost}; £4 {+ £1 Postage Cost}
Page: 145
Year of Publication: 2012
Contacts for Purchase:
-          African Heritage Publishers (AHP); P.O.Box 36330, Agodi Post Office, Ibadan, Oyo State, NIGERIA.
-          Email     :               africanheritagelibrary@yahoo.com
-          Phone:                 +2348034495485
+2348072871715
                Yeye Akilimali Funua Olade:      +2348160176922
                Gbemisola Edun:                             +2347063413233
 
"WE HAVE GREAT WORK TO DO. WE HAVE BEEN CALLED UPON TO BUILD A NEW AFRICA AND A NEW BLACK WORLD!"
DR. BAYO ADEBOWALE,DIRECTOR/FOUNDER
AFRICAN HERITAGE RESEARCH LIBRARY AND CULTURAL CENTRE
nigeria-arts.net/literature/institutions/african_heritage_research_library/


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Saturday, July 3, 2010

"BLACK ART"-ONE OF AMIRI BARAKA'S BLACKEST POEMS

FROM yeyeolade.wordpress.com


“BLACK ART”-AMIRI BARACK MOST FAMOUS BLACK POEM

By Yeye Akilimali Funua Olade
Two new books by Amiri Baraka
——-
The Essence of Reparations and Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems
Books by Amiri Baraka
Tales of the Out & the Gone / The Essence of Reparations / Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems / Blues People
Autobiography of LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka / Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones / Black Music
* * * * *
Black Art
By Amiri Baraka
Poems are bullshit unless they are
teeth or trees or lemons piled
on a step. Or black ladies dying
of men leaving nickel hearts
beating them down. Fuck poems
and they are useful, wd they shoot
come at you, love what you are,
breathe like wrestlers, or shudder
strangely after pissing. We want live
words of the hip world live flesh &
coursing blood. Hearts Brains
Souls splintering fire. We want poems
like fists beating niggers out of Jocks
or dagger poems in the slimy bellies
of the owner-jews. Black poems to
smear on girdlemamma mulatto bitches
whose brains are red jelly stuck
between ‘lizabeth taylor’s toes. Stinking
Whores! we want “poems that kill.”
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland. Knockoff
poems for dope selling wops or slick halfwhite
politicians Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . .tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh
. . .rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Setting fire and death to
whities ass. Look at the Liberal
Spokesman for the jews clutch his throat
& puke himself into eternity . . . rrrrrrrr
There’s a negroleader pinned to
a bar stool in Sardi’s eyeballs melting
in hot flame Another negroleader
on the steps of the white house one
kneeling between the sheriff’s thighs
negotiating coolly for his people.
Aggh . . . stumbles across the room . . .
Put it on him, poem. Strip him naked
to the world! Another bad poem cracking
steel knuckles in a jewlady’s mouth
Poem scream poison gas on beasts in green berets
Clean out the world for virtue and love,
Let there be no love poems written
until love can exist freely and
cleanly. Let Black people understand
that they are the lovers and the sons
of warriors and sons
of warriors Are poems & poets &
all the loveliness here in the world
We want a black poem. And a
Black World.
Let the world be a Black Poem
And Let All Black People Speak This Poem
Silently
or LOUD
Source: Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones (1979)
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BLACK CLASSIC BOOKS





































Sunday, June 6, 2010

AN OPEN POEM TO REGINA KING-WHO SAYS BLACK WOMEN SHOULD TRY WHITE/OTHER" BOYS" SINCE BLACK MEN SEEM TO BE SCARCE!-THE ONLY REAL MEN ON THE PLANET ARE BLACK MEN-WELL WORTH PRAYING FOR!


THERE IS A BLACK MAN
FOR EVERY
"REAL" BLACK WOMAN
CAUSE GOD MADE
IT LIKE THAT!


                                                                                  BY YEYE AKILIMALI FUNUA OLADE              


Regina King-say what?

"look for a white/other boy

In place of a seemingly/missing

From/yr/life

Real man/

BLACK man?

Sister-say what?

Ain't no pale/looking

Lame/not/cool

Not/hip/no/rhythm

No/SOUL/no/ass

white boy

Can't say nothing to

Me, Sister!

Black Me

Wants my

FINE/swinging/DARK

COOL/looking

HIP/SOULFUL

Bop/walking

REAL/MAN

BLACK MAN

Forever and ever!

After all

GOD MADE THE BLACK MAN

FOR THE BLACK WOMAN!

And God don't make

Mistakes!

Sisters-PRAY for

That BLACK MAN

God's got 'specially

For BLACK you!

Sisters- BE THAT RESPECTFUL/

LOVING/BLACK WOMAN

And God will

Show BLACK

YOU that

BLESSED

BLACK

MAN!



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