Thursday, September 12, 2019

Due Monday, September 16th - "Sonny's Blues" by James Baldwin

OverviewI would like you to explore the work of James Baldwin.  He is an important writer.  Period. Toni Morrison wrote of his influence on her work as an author, and we need his voice today more than ever.  He cut through the "single story" and examined what Margaret Atwood called "the how and why."  He spoke publicly, wrote essays, and got to the heart of American racism through literature.

Directions:  1) Read "Sonny's Blues" by James Baldwin.
2)  Next, compose a thoughtful blog post using evidence from the text and anything from the documentary I am Not Your Negro (2017) in an attempt to explore one of the complex issues Baldwin examined in his discussion of race in America.  Be okay with feeling uncomfortable.  Ask questions.  Look for feedback.  Also, practice kindness.  We can discuss these matters with passion AND civility.
3)  Also, peruse the additional materials, including the musicians referenced in the short story:  Charlie Parker and Louis Armstrong, along with a list of influential artists I love from the past and present.  Comment on one that resonated with you in your blog post.

I Am Not Your Negro (2017) 

We will begin viewing the documentary. In 1979, James Baldwin wrote a letter to his literary agent describing his next project, "Remember This House." The book was to be a revolutionary, personal account of the lives and assassinations of three of his close friends: Medgar Evers, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. At the time of Baldwin's death in 1987, he left behind only 30 completed pages of this manuscript. Filmmaker Raoul Peck envisions the book James Baldwin never finished.  How can Baldwin's ideas be used to inform us today?  Can you cite instances in the documentary that opened your eyes, and show us how you see this drama playing out in 2018?




The first-person narrator of "Sonny's Blues" tells the story of his relationship with his younger brother, Sonny. The story begins with narrator, saddened by his brother's choices, reflecting back on their childhood, wondering what caused his brother to become an addict.  How does Baldwin use jazz as a means of discussing the complex emotions of his characters?  This is the most anthologized of Baldwin's stories.  However, how would this story end up perpetuating "the danger of the single story?"


Article:  “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin —“The most famous jazz short story ever written”
December 6th, 2013, from Jerry Jazz Musician 


In the introduction to The Jazz Fiction Anthology, editors Sascha Feinstein and David Rife cite James Baldwin’s short story “Sonny’s Blues” as “the most famous jazz short story ever written,” and is pointed to by Baldwin biographer David Leeming as “the prologue to a dominant fictional motif in the overall Baldwin story, the relationship between two brothers that takes much of its energy from the close relationship between James and [brother] David Baldwin.” The story, originally published in Partisan Review in 1957, centers on the narrator’s need to, in Leeming’s words, “save his brother [Sonny] from the precariousness of his life as an artist.” Sonny, in turn, finds his voice by playing bebop in the Village, which results, according to Leeming, in the narrator seeing “that the artist, especially the black artist, is a prophet of freedom, not only of freedom for his own race but of freedom for all those suffocating under the repressive blanket of emotional safety and innocence.”





















Meditative Journal: "A Barred Owl" and "How I Discovered Poetry"

Directions:  Please carefully read the two poems, and comment on them in this blog space.  Think about form, theme, dramatic situation, diction, syntax.  Be mindful of how you approach a poem.  Also, do you see anything that links these two poems together?

"A Barred Owl"
by Richard Wilbur

The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,
“Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?”

Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send a small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Borne up to some dark branch and eaten raw.


"How I Discovered Poetry"
by Marilyn Nelson

It was like soul-kissing, the way the words
filled my mouth as Mrs. Purdy read from her desk.
All the other kids zoned an hour ahead to 3:15,
but Mrs. Purdy and I wandered lonely as clouds borne
by a breeze off Mount Parnassus. She must have seen
the darkest eyes in the room brim: The next day
she gave me a poem she’d chosen especially for me
to read to the all except for me white class.
She smiled when she told me to read it, smiled harder,
said oh yes I could. She smiled harder and harder
until I stood and opened my mouth to banjo playing
darkies, pickaninnies, disses and dats. When I finished
my classmates stared at the floor. We walked silent
to the buses, awed by the power of words.