[Newspoetry] June Jordan
William Gillespie
gillespi at uiuc.edu
Mon Jun 17 09:13:07 CDT 2002
June Jordan, a central inspiration for the newspoetry project, left us
Friday. I first discovered her when I was getting that MS in Creative
Writing. Outside the one-room office with the broken Mac I shared with
three other grad students, someone had left a box of free books, which I
took and displayed in the rear window of my Toyota Tercel with the chronic
oil leak (The Newspoetry Mobile Cow). One of those books was On Call, a
book of Jordan's political essays, which became part of the curriculum of
every class I taught, in particular an essay about problems of language in
a democratic state.
As a side note, in my experiences as a weekly library user, I've found
that June Jordan's works are stolen more often than any artist except Phil
Ochs. This is unfortunate but I take it as evidence of her passionate
readership.
Here are three of her poems and an article about her:
April 7, 1999
Nothing is more cruel
than the soldiers who command
the widow
to be grateful
that she's still alive
.
April 9, 1999
(for Ethelbert)
In Brooklyn when the flowering
forsythia escaped the concrete patterns
of tight winter days
I didn't think about long
distances
or F-117s in contrast
to a lover or an army
on the ground
up close
and personal as washing out a shirt
by hand
the soapsuds and the fingers and the cloth
an ordinary ritual
to interdict the devils of 2,000 lb. bombs
dropped from more than 25,000 feet above
the children
scrambling from the schoolyard
suddenly aflame
until you called from Washington
D.C.
to say
"Oh, let me be
that shirt!"
.
April 10, 1999
The enemies proliferate
by air
by land
they bomb the cities
they burn the earth
they force the families into miles and miles of violent exile
30 or 40 or 80,000 refugees
just before this
check-point
or who knows where
they disappear
the woman cannot find her brother
the man cannot recall the point of all
the papers somebody took
away from him
the rains fall to purify the river
the darkness does not slow the trembling
message of the tanks
Hundreds of houses on fire and still
the enemies do not seek and find
the enemies
only the ones without water
only the ones without bread
only the ones without guns
There is international TV
There is no news
The enemies proliferate
The homeless multiply
And I
I watch I wait
I am already far
and away
too late
too late
.
[San Francisco Chronicle]
June Jordan -- poet, activist, professor at UC Berkeley
Kelly St. John, Chronicle Staff Writer
Saturday, June 15, 2002
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2002/06/15/B
A29640.DTL
June Jordan of Berkeley, an award-winning poet and UC Berkeley professor
who became one of the country's most prominent contemporary black women
writers, died Friday.
Ms. Jordan died at her home after a nearly decadelong fight with breast
cancer. She was 65.
Best known for her powerful and direct poems articulating struggles
against racism, Ms. Jordan was a prolific author in many genres. She
published 28 books of poems, political essays and children's fiction.
She also wrote a regular column for The Progressive, and wrote the
libretto to the opera, 'I Was Looking at the Ceiling and Then I Saw the
Sky," directed by Peter Sellars with music by John Adams.
Her career was once summed up by author and Nobel laureate Toni Morrison
as:
"Forty years of tireless activism coupled with and fueled by flawless
art."
Poet and friend Adrienne Rich said Ms. Jordan was endowed with a rare
gift for using words with "elegance and precision."
"She had an extraordinary sense of language, and a very embracing sense
of language," Rich said. "I believe she felt that she should use it
wherever it was called for."
Ms. Jordan, who described herself as a "black radical," often said that
writing poetry was a political act. And critics noted that her work
skillfully captured moments where personal life and political struggle
intertwine.
One oft-anthologized piece of hers, "Poem About My Rights," revealed her
rage at racial discrimination:
"We are the wrong people of
the wrong skin on the wrong continent. . . .
I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name
My name is my own my own my own
and I can't tell you who the hell set things up like this
but I can tell you that from now on my resistance
my simple and daily and nightly self-determination
may very well cost you your life."
This poem, she told The Chronicle in 1999, "brings you to a place of
defiance that is completely serious . . . my nightly self-determination
may very well cost you your life."
An activist in the progressive and civil rights movements, Ms. Jordan
also spent a lifetime teaching and inspiring young people to write.
In 1990, a year after she joined the faculty of UC Berkeley's African
American Studies Department, she founded "Poetry for the People," a
popular undergraduate program that blends the study of poetry with
political empowerment.
"I'm just trying to spawn as many poets as possible," she told The
Chronicle in 1999.
Born in Harlem on July 9, 1936, Ms. Jordan was the child of West Indian
immigrant parents. Her future was shaped, for better and for worse, by
her relationship with a father who projected his ambitions onto her.
She described her childhood in her 1999 memoir, "Soldier: A Poet's
Childhood."
Subjected to beatings by her father, Ms. Jordan was forced to read and
recite from Shakespeare's plays, the Bible, and the poetry of Paul
Lawrence Dunbar and Edgar Allan Poe -- all before she was 5 years old. By
the time she was 7, she was writing poems herself.
In 1953, she entered Barnard College, where she met Michael Meyer, a
white student. The two married in 1955, and had a son, Christopher, in
1958. The couple divorced in 1965.
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