A POETIC JOURNEY
Once in
the 1970s when I was driving E. Ethelbert Miller and a lady whose work got some
attention in the early twentieth century to some event, the lady snidely
remarked that Margaret Walker was a one-poem poet. A young man must respect his elders. I winced in silence. Literary history does reward
snobbishness. The lady is as seldom
mentioned for her plays and poetry as her once-famous father is mentioned for
his contributions to African American intellectual history.
The
one-poem poet, on the other hand is an icon in American cultural history, and
her iconic status does not rest on a single poem. This single poem, however,
continues to have uncanny agency. In “The
Journey of Margaret Walker’s ‘For My People,” Howard Rambsy II sketched the
publishing history of the poem (http://siueblkstudies.blogspot.com/2011/07/journey-of-margeret-walkers-for-my.html
). Publishing history tells us much
about the politics of the literary marketplace and much more about why ordinary
people (who may have little or no vested interest in poetry as such) have
embraced and “loved” Margaret Walker’s signature poem for over seven
decades. Like James Weldon Johnson’s “Lift
every Voice and Sing,” Claude McKay’s “If We Must Die,” and Langston Hughes’ “I
Have Known Rivers,” the poem circulates and recirculates, providing succor in
times of great need.
In
addition to appearing in many anthologies, the poem appears in two special
editions. One of the most handsome and expensive
editions is For My People. New York:
Limited Editions Club, 1992. It is an elephant folio with covers of red
Japanese linen with black stamping, issued in 400 numbered copies. It contains
lithographs by Elizabeth Catlett. The
other special edition is Margaret Walker’s
‘For My People’: A Tribute (1992)
with photographs by Roland L. Freeman.
In
simple, carefully measured words, Gordon Parks wrote of this edition: “Roland Freeman’s tribute to Margaret Walker
is indeed a beautiful merging of the talent both artists have displayed in
literature and photography. Both are
disciples of profound poetry.”
Alferdteen Harrison reminds us in the preface that “the publishing
relationship of Walker and Freeman, reflected in the present book, stands out
as the first time a photography has published a photographic essay as a tribute
to a poet”(8). Walker herself wrote on
the next page: “I am grateful to Roland because I think he has the right concept
--- he understands the social significance of what I try to say. And therefore it pleases me very much” (9).
This
aesthetic phenomenon elicits nostalgia for the once useful myth of a unified “black
community” in the United States. Post-Civil Rights discourses (post-Black Arts,
post-Soul, post-hip hop, post-human, post-signifier and significance) have
figuratively and literally killed the myth. The myth is a diachronic narrative. We have no single “black community.” We have black communities which are
feverishly POSTING themselves. The possible
joy of flesh and blood, face-to-face communication is retreating, is almost
completely displaced by the hoo doo of technology which nurtures the silence of
the virtual. “For My People” will continue its journey and have aesthetic
meaning and social significance for ordinary people/ cool outlaws who refuse to
become willing slaves of advanced technology. “For My People” is a poem for the
cool who survive.
Jerry W. Ward,
Jr. August 27, 2012