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Women Artists Who Dared to Create From A Room Of Their Own


I want to  dedicate this post to all women, irregardless of whether they’ve been written up in the pages of history books. Women, by their mere existence, create history that is unforeseen and untold every single day that they live and breathe~ so for all women, let me say, Happy Women’s History Month!

The novelist,George_Charles_Beresford_-_Virginia_Woolf_in_1902 Virginia Woolf wrote in her famous essay, A Room  of One’s Own, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Viewed in a broader sense, the essay could reference any author’s need for poetic license and the personal liberty to create their art.

The artists I’ve chosen to honor for Women’s History Month, in essence, created from a room of their own. The “room” for the most part were of their own choosing, but sadly, one  young girl had no say in the literal sense.  Nonetheless, these women (and many more) craved out an impressive body of creative works that became a historical legacy.

1f30f05d-b3d0-4f97-a720-e238d5d018f7-originalMaya Angelou had me at I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. She was brutally raped as a little girl and only shared this secret with her brother, Bailey. When her uncles found out, the molester was killed. Maya did not speak for 5 years, blaming herself for the molester’s murder.

7f3df4e8-d3f7-31df-921d-cc3810d0eed7ANNA 13-year-old Jewish victim of the Holocaust… Anne Frank went into hiding from the Germans with her family and another family for two years in a small annex above the office where her father once worked. It’s reported that Anne, her mom and sister died in the concentration camps and only her father would survive to publish her diary, written while in hiding. 

Anne wrote in her diary that she wished her writings to live on in life. How prophetic her words were.

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thnikkiNikki Giovanni has often been called a “Revolutionary” poet. All I know is her writing are often based on fact and it is those poems that touches the sensibilities of a nation of readers, including myself. A prolific writer, activist and highly guarded educator, Ms. Giovanni is currently a University Distinguished Professor at Virginia Tech.

My very favorite of her many works includes: Those Who Ride The Night Winds, poems about the mass murders of young black boys in Atlanta totaling more than 29 young children killed. Ms. Giovanni poems, in my opinion, are a loving eulogy to the memory of those children.  thIf you haven’t read any of Nikki Giovanni’s work, you are missing out on one of our greatest literary contributors.

220px-Pearl_Buck I read Pearl S. Buck’s, The Good Earth in High School. The book introduced me to another culture and people with a different way of living. Although American, Ms. Buck lived in China for a while and associated with Chinese culture and tradition. I was impressed by the humanity of The Good Earth as it relates to a country’s change affecting regular people.

51zRzieodBL._SX320_BO1,204,203,200_Ms. Buck died in 1973, but her Pulitzer prize novel lives on. 

In another life, I opt to come back as Lorraine Hansberry! Not only was she the first African-American woman playwright, she was the first woman of color to have a play produced on Broadway! A Raisin in the Sun was inspired by Poet Langston Hughes poem, Harlem that asks, ” What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the Sun?”

Ms. Hansberry’s play would later inspire Nina Simone’s song, “To Be Young, Gifted and Black!” You know what they say, “The Play’s The Thing.” Lorraine Hansberry was the “ish” and sadly, gone too soon… The playwright died of pancreatic cancer in 1965. Sheer Brilliance!

Here’s a special clip for y’all 🙂

And:

thtoni Toni Morrison’s-The Bluest Eye,Tar Baby, Song of Solomon, Beloved and Sula.

thzora Zora Neale Hurston’s  “Their Eyes Were Watching God.” Their_Eyes_Were_Watching_God_us

thalice When Alice Walker was a little girl, she was playing in the backyard with her brothers, one of whom accidentally hit her in the eye with one of the pellets from his BB gun ( I remember those. My brothers got them for Christmas) . That accident never stopped Alice from living her dreams. One of the biggest dream in history was:

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I’ve had several books from these historical women on my bookshelf,  in what I can only describe as a stationary library for many years and felt that I could never part with any of these great works, but, alas, I have and I don’t regret passing them along (donations) to new readers and creatives and curious children who just might dare to dream 🙂

I hope you’ve enjoyed this post. I know that the works of these and other women history making artists are sitting on your bookshelf, vying for a little Women History Month love shout… Please share a few of your fave with us.

Writer’s quote for today:

“Only I hold the pen that will write the story of my life.” Tia Kelly

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In Honor of National Poetry Month:The Works of Poet & Artist, Henry L. Jones


Good Morning Friday! I’m blessed to be back on the blog this morning. Please send up an extra prayer for the victims of last night’s Tornado. Today, I have a special treat for all of my readers and new friends who happen to stop by:)

Mr. Henry  L. Jones, a former Chicagoan, is an artist and poet whose works over the years have garnered him much praise and accolades… Please enjoy his artistic offerings in celebration of National Poetry Month.

STRANGERS FOR PRETENDING
Strangers walked by
wearing masks
layered with makeup
no promises
make love to me
don’t look into my eyes
or try to touch me
make the skin warm
and move the heart
let me pretend
to be alive real
the fears
of my childhood
lost in stolen innocence
who understands the shame
of the hidden child who hides under the stairs
and looks at
who walks by
keeping quiet
as people pass
laughter fell
from their lips
dripping greed
to cannibalize
their flesh
mouths eat
and bite
till the pain
becomes pleasure
dry lips become wet with desire
but nothing seems
to fill their emptiness
souls so vacant
but many residents.

Henry L. Jones
(From Run into Blackness: Feeling My Poetic Gumbo, Pneuma Publishing International, Inc.)

Martin Luther King painting King without a Crown by Henry   Jones

Henry L. Jones in his art studio                                  Run into Blackness Image                                       Henry Jones standing by sculpture Mother Earth in Scarritt   Bennett exhibit

Meructio by Henry Jones                                                              To Dance without Heartache by Henry Jones

 

Henry L. Jones is an award-winning artist and writer who struggles. From those struggles, he discovered a healing power from his ability to create artwork. His art delves into the forces, which shape things whether social causes, spiritual transformation or community affairs. Jones uses the journey of art to find answers about the causes of social issues, such as poverty, violence, injustice, history and other plights. He wants to understand why events happened in the past and how they’ll impact our future.

In many of his artworks, he blends experiences and images with references to his Black heritage (both Diasporic and mainland African cultural links). Then, he’s able to tap into the forces using his art technique which he coined “gibbing” to visually portray interacting forces, provocative images and colorful patterns. Gibbing is a way of painting, which enables him to take in experiences and then unleash them as an artistic expression. It is his core creativity. This involves applying paint with his hands instead of brushes to translate the messages.

Jones is a contemporary Griot seeking ears and eyes to hear and see his stories of redemption, hope and healing in his artwork. He’s an award-winning artist who’s received awards, juried exhibit invitations and grants. His art has hung in museums, galleries, universities and cultural centers. Jones is a Fisk University alumnus and a native Detroit-er and transplant from Chicago.

 

Heaven Knows by Clara54


HEAVEN KNOWS-

I’ve been listening to Jill,

Living my life like it’s

GOLDEN-

Devoting myself to some

 ”Me” time

Loving the skin I’m in

Spending quality time

with children,

lover & friends

Jamming to for reel sounds

Spreading laughter

avoiding frowns…

Loving the journey

to KNOWING-

Having conversations with GOD

Picturing the Heavens…

Life is Phenomenal.

Happy Saturday morning ! This poem came this morning and wanted to share!

Have you ever written something on the spur of the moment that felt right?

Saturday Muse Poem


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Image by Ben Tilley via Flickr

Laying my burdens down on this day

Saturday

Somewhere,

A child is born; another

will scream out from abuse.

A daughter is burying her father

 a mother

suffers the loss of

her child…

On this day,

Saturday

 A mom lay dying

An elder gives up the ghost.

Within the changing cycle; echoes

rhythms of life

One might wonder:

Where do I stand?

How will I be perceived standing at the foot

of my Lord & Savior?

Have I done enough?

Spoke out enough?
Praised him enough?
Sowed enough compassion Seeds?

How will my report card read?

When the song comes…

“Gonna lay down my burdens…down by the riverside…down by the riverside”

It’s a Saturday

On this day

for those who might wonder,

I offer you my praise poem!

For he knows from whence
we come
and for whose we
belong

Blessing & peace to my readers… clara54

Feelings


I’m feeling a bit more wistful, mysterious, introspective, reflective ,and pleny thankful today… soo I thought I’d change the theme of my blog to sort of mirror my emotions…but whose to say I won’t be returning to the simplistic and clear version of the former format. I love that bloggers get to choose their themes for their blogs on this site…I love blogging period!

I hope you’ve gotten a chance to read my poem “Perspective”. I wrote it in the 90s when I was experiencing moments of ‘what ifs’ and remembering my life as a  naive little country girl raised up in a world of have nots…wanting to be like all the others little girls who ‘had’ and being disappointed in what I saw as God’s indifference…

Its funny the stuff one holds onto from living life experiences ,but, ultimately recognizes as life lessons…   that serves to define the person that you are. One of the truths in my living life as a spiritual being, experiencing a human existence is that The Almighty have a plan for each of us in that…We will come to know our destiny…our purpose for existing…

I’m by no means a religious fanatic, but, I’m knowing that because of this unforseeable and powerful presence in my life…I’m knowing I shall not want…