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Langston Hughes received a
scholarship to Lincoln University, in Pennsylvania, where he gained a BA degree
in 1929. In his writings from the 1930s, Hughes was unashamedly black when
blackness was most definitely out of favour and he didn’t stray far from the
themes of ‘black is beautiful’ as he explored the black human condition in a
variety of depths. His main concern was the uplift of his people, of whom he
judged himself an adequate appreciator, and whose strengths, resilience, courage
and humour he wanted to record as part of the American experience. Thus, his
poetry and fiction generally dealt with insightful views of the working class
lives of blacks in America, lives he portrayed as full of struggle, joy,
laughter and music. Here’s another example from The Weary Blues
collection.
Night Time in Harlem
Paper collage & watercolour artwork by Ray Smith 1997
Harlem Night Club
Sleek black boys in a
cabaret.
Jazz-band, jazz-band,--
Play, plAY, PLAY!
Tomorrow....who knows?
Dance today!
White girls’ eyes
Call gay black boys.
Black boys’ lips
Grin jungle joys.
Dark brown girls
In blond men’s arms.
Jazz-band, jazz-band,--
Sing Eve’s charm!
White ones, brown ones,
What do you know
About tomorrow
Where all paths go?
Jazz-boys, jazz-boys,--
Play, plAY, PLAY!
Tomorrow....is darkness.
Joy today!
This poem portrays Hughes’s
Harlem as a place bursting with vitality and full of life. Everything revolves
around the blues and jazz clubs and all the rest of the hectic nightlife, as can
be seen in the poem where everyone, no matter what the colour of their skin, is
enjoying themselves. Nevertheless, not everything looks bright as the last two
lines at the end of the poem remind us about the coming reality of tomorrow.
Langston Hughes stressed the importance of a racial
consciousness and cultural
nationalism
devoid of self-hate that would unite people of African descent and Africa across
the globe and encourage pride in their own diverse black
folk culture
and black aesthetic. He was one of the few black writers of any consequence to
champion racial consciousness as a source of inspiration for black artists.
Hughes was not only a role model with his calls for black racial pride instead
of
assimilation,
but the most important technical influence in his emphasis on folk and jazz
rhythms as the basis of his poetry of racial pride, struggle, joy, laughter, and
music. A constant theme throughout his work is pride in the
African American
identity and its diverse culture.
An example of Hughes’s thinking is this theatre poster of a
Harlem play from 1938.
Hughes is quoted as saying, “My seeking has been to
explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all
human kind.” Therefore, in his work he confronted
racial stereotypes,
protested social conditions and expanded African America’s image of itself; a
‘people’s poet’ who sought to re-educate both audience and artist by lifting the
theory of the black artistic culture into reality.
Here’s a blues poem from his
Harlem period.
Billie Holiday
Paper collage, ink and gouache artwork by Ray Smith 1994
Blues Fantasy
Hey! Hey!
That’s what the
Blues singers say.
Singing minor melodies
They laugh,
Hey! Hey!
My man’s done left me,
Chile, he’s gone away.
My good man’s left me,
Babe, he’s gone away.
Now the cryin’ blues
Haunts me night and day.
Hey!....Hey!
Weary,
Weary,
Trouble, pain.
Sun’s gonna shine
Somewhere
Again.
I got a railroad ticket,
Pack my trunk and ride.
Sing ‘em sister!
Got a railroad ticket,
Pack my trunk and ride.
And when I get on the train
I’ll cast my blues aside.
Laughing,
Hey!....Hey!
Laugh a loud,
Hey! Hey!
The train is an important image and theme in the blues and it’s usually taking a
lover away, bringing a lover back, going back home, or escaping constant
oppression. Here, Hughes has expressed sorrow in the loss of a lover yet a
glimpse of hope shines through with ‘I’ll cast my blues aside’ and then joy in
the last stanza. Another poem of Hughes’s that has this same imagery is ‘Dream
Boogie: Variation.’
Dream Boogie: Variation
Tinkling treble,
Rolling bass,
High noon teeth
In a midnight face,
Great long fingers
On great big hands,
Screaming pedals
Where his twelve shoe lands,
Looks like his eyes
Are teasing pain,
A few minutes late
For the Freedom Train.
Here Hughes is making a
wonderful analogy between the music made by the blues pianist and the ‘music’
that a steam train engine makes.
The relationships between
the men and women he encountered in Harlem also provided Hughes with a rich vein
of human emotion and experience within which he wove his jazz and blues poems to
good effect. These poems portray eternal scenes of love, betrayal, social
upheaval and discrimination, together with alcohol, drugs, violence and even
murder, all set against a background of pulsing jazz and blues music. Here’s an
early Langston Hughes poem on these themes.
Street Life, Harlem (1939-40) William H. Johnson
Workin’ Man
I works
all day
Wid a pick an’ a shovel,
Comes home at night, -
It ain’t nothin’ but a hovel.
I calls
for my woman
When I opens de door.
She’s out in de street, -
Ain’t nothin’ but a ‘hore.
I does
her good
An’ I treats her fine,
But she don’t gimme lovin’
Cause she ain’t de right kind.
I’m a
hard workin’ man
An’ I sho’ pays double
Cause I tries to be good
An’ gits nothin’ but trouble.
Written in the first person,
Hughes’s alter ego laments the life he is now living in a ‘hovel’, betrayed by
his woman who he suspects of walking the streets as a prostitute. He ‘treats her
fine’ but she doesn’t give him any warmth or love even though he works hard
until he eventually ends up ‘payin’ double’ by trying to lead a good life but
suffering the consequences of his own and his woman’s actions.
Here’s another example, with
this poem showing the much darker side of Hughes’s beloved Harlem.
Death of Do Dirty
O, you
can’t find a buddy
Any old time
‘Ll help you out
When you ain’t got a dime.
He was a
friend of mine.
They
called him Do Dirty
Cause he was black
An’ had cut his gal
An’ shot a man in de back.
Ma friend
o’ mine.
But when
I was hungry,
Had nothin’ to eat,
He bought me corn bread
An’ a stew o’ meat.
Good
friend o’ mine.
An’ when
de cops got me
An’ pout me in jail
If Dirty had de money
He’d go ma bail.
O, friend
o’ mine.
That
night he got kilt
I was standin’ in de street,
Somebody comes by
An’ says yo’ boy is getting’ beat.
Ma friend
o’ mine.
But when
I got there
An’ seen de ambulance
A guy was sayin’
He ain’t got a chance.
Best
friend o’ mine.
An’ de
ones that kilt him, -
Damn their souls, -
I’m gonna fill ‘em up full o’
Bullet holes.
Ma friend
o’ mine.
In this poem we can see that
Langston Hughes has placed the deep bond of a valued friendship transcending any
other action or virtue. Powerful emotions have been stirred and vengeance sworn
in the last stanza as he cries out ‘damn their souls.’
Harlem Musicians (1937) Elizabeth Olds
It was the music and its
consequences in Harlem that still inspired Langston Hughes the most. This next
poem is a heart-rending blues that wouldn’t have sounded out of place
accompanied by a jazz or blues band back then or even today. In those Harlem
days, all the jazz bands played blues and the blues musicians often doubled as
jazz players to earn more money.
Young Gal’s Blues
I’m gonna
walk to the graveyard
‘Hind ma friend Miss Cora Lee.
Gonna walk to the graveyard
‘Hind ma dear friend Cora Lee
Cause when I’m dead some
Body’ll have to walk behind me.
I’m goin’ to the po’ house
To see ma old Aunt Clew,
Goin’ to the po’ house
To see ma old Aunt Clew,
When I’m old an’ ugly
I’ll want to see somebody, too.
The po’
house is lonely
An’ the grave is cold.
O, the po’ house is lonely,
The graveyard grave is cold.
But I’d rather be dead than
To be ugly an’ old.
When love
is gone what
Can a young gal do?
When love is gone, O,
What can a young gal do?
Keep on a-lovin’ me, daddy,
Cause I don’t want to be blue.
This poem reminds me very
much of those blues ballads sung by the great Bessie Smith and that’s how I hear
it as I read. Bessie too was able to wring every ounce of emotion, pathos and
even anger out of her blues. In this example, the young gal in Hughes’s poem
bemoans her own future fate in the funeral procession of her friend, Miss Cora
Lee and in the inescapable fact of growing ugly and old like her Aunt Clew,
while attempting to prevent losing her daddy’s love because she doesn’t want to
be blue.
Ray Smith
November 2010
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