Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Maya Angelou

Have you ever had a passion to make a difference in the world? To make a difference for yourself? Or to make a difference for everyone who is similar to you? There are countless number of symbols I can think of that have been an example of this throughout history. After all the world continues to change every day. The person whom I would like to talk to you about is a strong black female figure by the name of Maya Angelou. She was an author, poet, singer, and civil rights activist. She worked alongside Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X, two of the most notorious civil rights activists known in U.S history.
During a time where women were well into practicing their civil rights in America. There was a group of African Americans who were willing to fight for their rights, not to different from the fight for women’s rights. Civil rights activists were willing to go the distance to fight for equality. Through whatever way they could. Through words, speech, or even creative expression.
 Marguerite Johnson was Maya’s original name. She was born St. Louis Missouri on April 4th 1928.[1] When she was sixteen she dropped out of high school to pursue a life as a single mother of her only son Guy Johnson. In the Late 1950s she became increasingly committed to her writing skills and joined a group in New York City called the Harlem Writing Guild. It was a group made up entirely of African American Civil right activists. “So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew, the African, the Native American, the Sioux, the Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek, the Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheik, the Gay, the straight, the preacher, the privileged, the homeless, the teacher. They hear. They all hear. The speaking of the tree.”[3](Maya Angelou). This line is from her poems titled On the Pulse of the Morning. It’s meant to represent equality and how we are all the same.
She worked closely with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He asked her to coordinate the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. The SCLC is a Civil Rights organization completely made up of African Americans that is still around today[2]. Unfortunately MLK was killed on April 4th 1968, Maya’s birthday. She found comfort in her writing and she wrote one of her most famous autobiographies I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings. A book about her childhood from parents’ divorce to her siblings bond with her. “Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.” [1] I chose this quote from the book because I it reflects on a women’s write to have a voice and that if we don’t speak up no one will understand or listen.
Maya Angelou opened up many fields for women today. She was incredibly successful in living the life she lived. Being an author, producer, singer, actress, poet, and civil rights activist. She was a very passionate individual that expressed herself in a variety of ways that made it ok for us to follow in her footsteps. It was very unusual to see a black female back then do what she did. She is an inspiration.

Maya Angelou Receiving the Medal of Freedom from President Barack Obama in 2011




        
 Citation:
Photo: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/Angelou_Obama.jpg  
1.    Angelou, Maya. I know why the caged bird sings. New York: Random House, n.d. Print.
2.    "Maya Angelou Timeline." Maya Angelou Timeline. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Feb. 2017. <http://www.datesandevents.org/people-timelines/19-maya-angelou-timeline.htm>.
3.    "Maya Angelou." Academy of Achievement. N.p., n.d. Web. 9 Feb. 2017. <http://www.achievement.org/achiever/maya-angelou/>.
4.    Angelou, Maya. On the pulse of morning. New York: Random House, 1993. Print.
5.    About Us." Southern Christian Leadership Conference. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Feb. 2017. <http://nationalsclc.org/about-us/>.




[1] Angelou, Maya. I know why the caged bird sings. New York: Random House, n.d. Print.
 [2] "About Us." Southern Christian Leadership Conference. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Feb. 2017. <http://nationalsclc.org/about-us/>.
 [3] Angelou, Maya. On the pulse of morning. New York: Random House, 1993. Print.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Adrienne Rich

Adrienne Rich

“Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you; it means learning to respect and use your own brains and instincts; hence, grappling with hard work.”
Figure One

The poet and author Adrienne Rich, early twenties. Photograph: © Bettmann/CORBIS
The transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly is comparable to that of Adrienne Rich. What once started as feeble becomes beautiful, bold, and admirable. Adrienne Rich’s transformation is comparable to this. At age twenty-two, a girl sits on a brown leather chair in the study of her home. Her wrists are crossed over each other, laying gently in her lap. She stares softly into a camera lens, eyes clear and kind. A picture is taken. This is Adrienne Rich. In the photograph (see figure one), it is hard to tell if she is aware of the impact she will have, or if she knows what a powerhouse she will become. In the photograph, Rich is centered in the middle, similar to how her work would become the focus of her life. In the photograph, the dim light in the study suggests the night is approaching and Rich has done her work for the day. Yet, her work in life had only just begun.

Adrienne Rich was born on May 16, 1929 in Baltimore, Maryland. She attended Radcliffe College and graduated in 1951 with a Bachelor's Degree in English. Two years after, she married Alfred H. Conrad, a Harvard economist. The couple had three sons together before Rich had even turned thirty. To an outsider’s perspective, it would look like Rich was living a dream. Rich had begun writing poems as a young child, strongly encouraged by her father. Her early work was well received by her peers. Randall Jarrell, an American poet and literary critic, said “The poet [behind these poems] cannot help seeming to us a sort of princess in a fairytale.” Not only was her family and home life secure, her published work was receiving success and awards. However, Rich was deeply unhappy. The focus of her poems and prose shifted to become more controversial. She wrote about the role of women in society[1], racism[2], and the Vietnam War[3]. In 1970, she left her husband, who would go on to commit suicide within the same year. Though it would appear that Rich was losing her once dependable home life, she was actually much happier than she had even been before. Throughout the marriage, she felt bogged down by the pressure to fit the traditional role of a wife and mother. After the separation, she no longer felt bound to follow the belief that women were supposed to be quiet, soft, and gentle. Rich decided to say, and write, what was her own mind and actually have her work mean something. It was at this point in her life that Rich would be freed from her cocoon and become the butterfly she was meant to be. 

From looking at her work, readers are able to get a sense of Rich’s life. After her marriage ended, Rich came out as a lesbian. In her 1976 essay collection, “Of Woman Born,” Rich wrote for the first time from an openly lesbian viewpoint. She believed, “The suppressed lesbian I had been carrying in me since adolescence began to stretch her limbs.”[4] Rich was finally able to be the woman she wanted to be, which in her time period was still considered to be exceedingly controversial. In the essay collection, Rich gave voice to many issues surrounding parenthood and marriage. She once wrote, “All human life on the planet is born of woman. The one unifying, incontrovertible experience shared by all women and men is that months-long period we spent unfolding inside a woman’s body.” She was a pioneer of lesbian poets and writers, as she was one of the first openly gay writers. Rich was a feminist, but often described men as either cruel or emotionally needy towards women. She used her own personal experiences, first person narrative, and rich language to convey her message in each of her works.

Rich died on March 27, 2012 at her home in Santa Cruz, California. She had spent the second half of her life with fellow writer Michelle Cliff. In 1997, Rich refused to accept the National Medal of Arts under Bill Clinton’s presidency in order to protest his proposed funding cuts to the arts. In every aspect of her life, Rich advocated for what she thought was right. She left behind a legacy of being true to oneself, so that one could be honest with the rest of the world in order to make it a better place.

Figure Two
                                   Adrienne Rich in 1987. CreditPhotograph: © Neal Boenzi/The New York Times





Reference List

Rich, Adrienne. On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, 1966-1978. , 1979. Print
Rich, Adrienne. Of Woman Born: Motherhood As Experience and Institution. New York: Bantam Books, 1977. Print. 

"Adrienne Rich." Poets.org. Academy of American Poets, n.d. Web. 13 Feb. 2017. 
“Feminist Poet Who Wrote of Politics and Lesbian Identity, Dies at 82." The Washington Post. WP Company, n.d. Web. 13 Feb. 2017.





[1] An Atlas of the Difficult World: Poems, 1988-1991, Norton (New York, NY), 1991
[2] On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, 1966-1978
[3] Your Native Land, Your Life, Norton (New York, NY), 1986.
[4] Of Woman Born: Motherhood As Experience and Institution. New York: Norton, 1976. Print.