Part
3
Another reason for Langston
Hughes employing blues music in his poetry is because the ‘New Poetry’ movement
working at the same time shared many similarities with the Harlem Renaissance
poets and also with a group of poets called the Imagists which included Ezra
Pound. The ‘New Poetry’ movement sought to humanize poetry by using fresher and
more original language, while the Imagists in particular “sought to compose in
the sequence of the musical phrase, not the metronome” (Tracy 219). Langston
Hughes had been influenced by this movement that included music in its writing
format. Vachel Lindsay, a poet of the Chicago Renaissance, was also very
important in setting a poetic precedent for Hughes. He used music and dramatic
performance to revive poetry within a Chicago movement that drew from Walt
Whitman, a poet who sought to unshackle poetry from the iambic pentameter and
who showed an interest in the common man in his poetry. The times were exactly
right for him to use the blues.
The next poem I’ve
chosen is written in what might be called a ‘Country Blues’ style.
Delta Blues poster
Bound No’th
Blues
Goin’
down the road, Lawd,
Goin’ down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way, way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.
Road’s in front o’ me,
Nothin’ to do but walk.
Road’s in front of me,
Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.
I’d like to meet a good friend
To come along an’ talk.
Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an’ sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.
Road, road, road, O!
Road, road…road…road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no’thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain’t
Fit fer a hoppin’ toad.
We see here
that this poem portrays the lonely journey from the laborious struggle of the
South to the relatively affluent North by an African American searching for a
better life, as sung by a blues singer. It’s a long, lonely road, he’s saying.
All you need is someone to talk to on the way and to help bear the load. He’s
also wary or superstitious about his friends who may do him harm. Superstition
also comes up as a theme in Hughes’s Bad Luck Card, Gal’s Cry, For a Dying Lover
and Blues on a Box.
Blues on a
Box
Play your guitar, boy,
Till yesterday’s
Black cat
Runs out tomorrow’s
Back door
And evil old
Hard luck
Ain’t no more!
Mini-poster, Octagon Theatre, Bolton 2005
Moving up the Mississippi
river from the southern states, many blues and jazz musicians ended up in
Chicago. The Blues went electric in Chicago, with a lot of people attributing
that fact to McKinley Morganfield, aka Muddy Waters after he moved from
Dockery’s Plantation in the Delta state of Mississippi. Langston Hughes
recognised that fact and wrote several poems for and about Chicago. Here’s one
of my favourites.
Chicago Blues (moral: go
slow)
Chicago is a
town
That sure do run on wheels.
Runs so fast you don’t know
How good the ground feels.
I got in
town on Monday
Tuesday rolling drunk
Wednesday morning
I pawned my trunk.
Thursday
morning
Cutting aces high
My stock went up
Head in the sky.
Friday
riding
In a Cadillac,
She said, Daddy, you can ride
Long as you stay black.
Saturday I
said, Baby,
You been good to me –
But I’m no one woman man,
I need two or three.
Sunday I was
living
In a ten room flat
Monday I was back
Where I started at.
Chicago is a
town
That sure do run on wheels.
Runs so fast you don’t know
How good the ground feels.
Here we experience the country
boy’s wide-eyed introduction into the big city and its big city ways. This must
have been a common occurrence with the many new arrivals from the South until
they eventually settled in with their friends and relatives. Chicago was also a
very important meat processing centre and many jazz and blues musicians worked
in that industry. Howling Wolf (real name Chester Arthur Burnett) worked in that
industry on the ‘Killing Floor’ where the animals were slaughtered and later,
after signing to Chess Records, he gave that name to a song he wrote and
recorded.
Langston Hughes met Charlotte
Mason in 1927, a wealthy aged widow who became his patron for the next three
years. In the summer, Hughes visited the South and travelled there for some time
with Zora Neale Hurston, who is also taken up by Mrs Mason. Urged on by his
patron (who insisted on being known as ‘Godmother’), Hughes completed his first
novel in 1929. Funded by Mrs Mason, he visited Cuba and met many writers and
artists there. His blues poems influence one poet, Nicolás Guillén, to write
Motivos de Son, which were lauded as the first ‘Negro’ poetry in Cuba.
In his writings on all aspects
of Black America, Langston Hughes left no stone unturned in his portrayal of
their culture. Rent parties were a hugely popular way of socialising while at
the same time raising the money to pay the landlord –hence the name. Here’s one
from Hughes on the subject.
Film poster from 1946
Rent-Party
Shout: For a Lady Dancer
Whip it to a jelly!
Too bad Jim!
Mamie’s got ma man –
An’ I can’t find him.
Shake that thing! O!
Shake it slow!
That man I love is
Mean an’ low.
Pistol an’ razor!
Razor an’ gun!
If I sees ma man he’d
Better run –
For I’ll shoot him in de shoulder,
Else I’ll cut him down,
Cause I knows I can find him
When he’s in de ground –
Then can’t no other women
Have him layin’ round.
So play it, Mr Nappy!
Yo’ music’s fine!
I’m gonna kill that
Man o’ mine!
In this poem Hughes touches on
the constant dangers of these rent parties, where loud, hot music gets the
attendees dancing, all stoked up with strong drink and probably drugs too. And
with that perennial combination of ingredients, the inevitable always happens.
Jealousies, rage and fights break out and sometimes even murder.
The social conditions in which
the black community lived gave birth to a structure in which all women had a
protector, and not necessarily a husband or boyfriend. But whoever the protector
was, he went under the name of ‘Daddy’. It survives to this day in the
soubriquet of ‘Sugar Daddy’. Here’s another Harlem period poem from Hughes,
again told from the woman’s point of view.
Hard Daddy
I went to ma daddy,
Says Daddy I have got the blues,
Went to my daddy,
Says Daddy I have got the blues,
Ma daddy says, Honey,
Can’t you bring no better news?
I cried on his shoulder but
He turned his back on me.
Cried on his shoulder but
He turned his back on me.
He said a woman’s cryin’s
Never gonna bother me.
I wish I had wings to
Fly like the eagle flies.
Wish I had wings to
Fly like the eagle flies.
I’d fly on ma man an’
I’d scratch out both his eyes.
We can see here and pretty
much feel the emotional response evoked by this woman’s ‘Hard Daddy’. This kind
of scenario must have been a familiar sight in black communities throughout the
country. One of the basic themes in the Blues and Langston Hughes has used the
classic 12 bar format with the two repeated lines and a third line reprise to
tell us an emotional drama.
Louis Armstrong.
Ink and coloured pencils by Ray Smith 1999
Here’s a
wonderful Langston Hughes poem about a trumpet player in a typical Harlem club
of the time.
Trumpet
Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
Where the smoldering memory
Of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
About his thighs.
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has a head of vibrant hair
Tamed down,
Patent-leathered now
Until it gleams
Like jet –
Were jet a crown.
The music
From the trumpet at his lips
Is honey
Mixed with liquid fire.
The rhythm
From the trumpet at his lips
Is ecstasy
Distilled from old desire-
Desire
That is longing for the moon
Where the moonlight’s but a spotlight
In his eyes,
Desire
That is longing for the sea
Where the sea’s bar-glass
Sucker size.
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
Does not know
Upon what riff the music slips
Its hypodermic needle
To his soul –
But softly
As the time comes from his throat
Trouble
Mellows to a golden note.
In this
piece of word magic, Langston Hughes touches on the very being of a jazz and
blues musician of the time. Jazz and blues music was developed on a set of
chords or riffs of an original tune and these became the building blocks for the
musicians. The best of the best were the ones who could endlessly improvise over
a set of chords of the tune. The trumpet player portrayed here by Hughes is lost
within the music that he makes and transcends the present to play, quite
literally, the ‘music of the gods’.
Langston
Hughes translated the music, art, language and life of the black community as
being the very life blood and soul of his beloved Harlem. He revelled in the
night life and was continually inspired to write. Here are two examples from
that club scene he loved so much.
Jeunesse
Palmer Hayden undated
Juke Box
Love Song
I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem’s heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day –
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.
Easy Boogie
Dance in the bass
That steady beat
Walking walking walking
Like marching feet.
Down in the bass
That easy roll,
Rolling like I like it
In my soul.
Riffs, smears, breaks.
Hey, Lawdy, Mama!
Do you hear what I said?
Easy like I rock it
In my bed.
We see here
in the first example the narrator wishing he could wrap all the colourful sights
and sounds of Harlem around his girl, transfer them to a record on the juke box
and then lose them both in their own very special dance. In other words, he
wants them both to live and breathe and be the very essence of this night
time Harlem he evokes so well.
The second
poem celebrates the work and music of the bass player. Often overlooked in
favour of the front men with their showmanship and prowess on their chosen
instrument, nevertheless the bass player along with the drummer and banjo or
guitar player, were the essential engine room of every band. They were known as
the rhythm section and indeed their job was to hold down that rhythm and keep
the correct time signature. Hughes sees this in the first stanza with his
‘ steady beat, walking walking walking, like marching feet.’ In the
second stanza he starts to feel the bass getting right inside him ‘rolling like
I like it, in my soul’, then in the third and last stanza he makes a sexual
innuendo with the rolling bass.
Ray Smith
November 2010
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