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Black Issues in Philosophy: Kamau Brathwaite

Kamau Brathwaite—the famed Caribbean poet, historian and philosopher—is one of this year’s recipients of the Caribbean Philosophical Association’s Nicolás Guillén Lifetime Achievement Award.  Unable to travel for medical reasons, Dr. Brathwaite sent his latest installment of the following poem, whose first version was read to Nicolás Guillén when he visited the University of the West Indies at Mona, Jamaica, in September 1974.   Rowan Ricardo Phillips, whose book of poems Heaven is one of the 2019 Nicolás Guillén Outstanding Book winners, read the poem at the Caribbean Philosophical Association’s awards ceremony on June 6, 2019.

The poem is offered here in its entirety.

Word Making Man

poem for Nicolás Guillén in Xaymaca/UWI Mona Sept 1974

Sir,

not in ‘Sir’

but in compañero

as you wd prefer it in hispañol

i have not yet been to cuba

& do not know the language of yr oradores

& as you said

‘some of us are champions

from the provinces, others

lo son olímpicos.  & some of us

are nothing’—you will forgive me if i quote you again—not even oradores’

but i know that we are watching in a long circle for the dawn

& that the ruling class does not wait at bus-stops

& i know that we are watching in a long circle for the fire

& that our compradores do not ladle soup out of the yabba

in camagüey

              ave maría

                                              católica

silversmith turned silverfish  .  your father

in the leaves of the spanish classics  .  metallic needlework

in a tropical of paper .  turblethumb thimbleprint journalist who divined

the omens of martí

when he was shot—fusilamiento

you became a snake

circling circling circling renewing yr cycle of certainty

& you awoke to sleepy horses

sleepy snocone vendors

to hazy drunkards staggering to their homes

you tripped you cried you stumbled

on the dreams of those far-off days:

nicotine lópez, yr pharmacist & friend,

the town clerk, cores, and the cop who died, his name like caanan

what’s his name?

& serafín toledo.  blacksmith steel-lightning tailor

‘& the school desk w/ the pen-knife scars’

‘beneath a sky of fireflies & stars’  

& we all learn

guitarra

we all learn

mayombe-bombe-mayombé

mayombe-bombe-mayombé

that one does not kill a brother

that one does not kill a brother

that one does not kill a brother

& look how  sensemaya  he is dead!

Now we rock-steady safely in the orisha of our dreams

& yr name has become the sunsum of our ancestors

to the pale solons of the lippi song you brought the son

w/ the broad boa of the conquistadore violin you bent the tree

jack Johnson    kid chocolate    mohammed ali

them jazzers w/ cow-punches in their smiles

the stylish patent-leather shoes, the creaking

downstairs down the stares from broadway stretching

out ‘its snout, its moist enormous mout

to lick & glut upon our canefields’ vital blood’

black little rock .  the mau mau   .   emmett till

guevara & the beaten skulls of jackson & lumumba

you have whispered it all, you have uttered it all

coriolan of revolution, plankton of melt & plangent syllables

sunrise lucumi sparkle

against yr teeth of joy

sus dientes de jubilo

 

amerika laughs

west indies west indies west indies ltd

 

 

 

*

 

but suddenly in the night of possibility

it turns to the wall in its creaking bed of dollars

west indies west indies west indies unlimited

& yr voice rises like the moon

above the day of pigs  .  above the choruses of

who is it? who is it not?

the negro

 

who is it? who is it not?

my hunger

 

who is it? who is it not?

i&i talkin to ya

& the sea between us yields its secrets

silver into pellables into sheets of sound

that bear our pain & spume & salt & john coltrane

sayin  xângo

        ‘no

         not no

         not bad

         not bad . not velly bad’

and

     

         yes

         si yes

         bien

         si well

         si velly well

 

*

so that we learn w/ you the pleasure

of walking w/ our roots across the boundary

owners herein of all there is to see

owners herein of what we must believe

of what our hands encompass as we dream

 

*

so that together we say wind

& understand its history of ghosts

together we say fire

& again there is a future in those sparks

together, comrade, compañero, friend

me seh this is our land & know at last it is our home

now mine forever & so yours  .  amigo

ours

‘with the vast splendour of the sunshine & the sunflower(s) & the stars’

 

Presented to the Caribbean Philosophical Association

6 June 2019.  Providence, Rhode island

by Kamau Brathwaite

in appreciation of the Award to him of the Nicolás Guillén

Lifetime Achievements Award 2019

Born in Barbados, Caribbean poet and scholar Edward Kamau Brathwaite was educated at Harrison College in Barbados and Pembroke College in Cambridge. He earned his PhD in philosophy from the University of Sussex. Co-founder of the Caribbean Artists Movement, Brathwaite is the author of numerous collections of poetry, including Elegguas (2010), the Griffin International Poetry Prize winner Slow Horses (2005), Ancestors (2001), Middle Passages (1992), and Black + Blues (1976). His first three collections, Rights of Passage (1967), Masks (1968), and Islands (1969), have been gathered into The Arrivants: A New World Trilogy (1973). He is also the author of Our Ancestral Heritage: A Bibliography of the Roots of Culture in the English-speaking Caribbean (1976) and Barbados Poetry: A Checklist: Slavery to the Present (1979).

For more on Brathwaite and selections of his poetry, see: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kamau-brathwaite

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