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Groundbreaking Poetry Troupe Reconvenes in Washington

May 15, 2012

Photo credit: Marlene Lillian Hawthrone

Founded in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in the late 1980s, the Dark Room Collective helped foster a generation of African-American poets, from Thomas Sayers Ellis andSharan Strange to Major Jackson and Kevin Young. More than two decades and two Pulitzer Prizes later, the group reunited at the Lutheran Church of Reformation on Capitol Hill Monday for a reading at the Folger Shakespeare Library’s Poetry series.

The evening felt more like a church service or a rock concert than a poetry reading. Pews were filled to capacity as each poet made his or her way to the microphone, reciting words in syncopated breaths with dramatic pauses between lines.

Present was Washington’s own Thomas Sayers Ellis, a poet and photographer who cofounded the Dark Room Collective with poet Sharan Strange at Harvard University* and Janice Lowe, who was a student at Berklee College of Music, in 1987. Over time the collective, based in a rent-controlled Victorian near Harvard Square, grew to include scores of literary and visual artists. Also in attendance Monday were members Tisa BryantMajor JacksonJohn KeeneTracy K. SmithNatasha Trethewey, andKevin Young. The reading marked the collective’s 25th anniversary and paid tribute to its influence and popularity among scholars and academics over the decades.

“To us young aspiring artists, the Dark Room Collective represented the tradition of making a way out of no way,” said Strange. “[It was] a literary matrix where we could work out creative ideas, share, and have some sense that someone had our back.”

Although the group was originally based in Boston, Ellis’s Washington heritage played its own part. The city has a rich poetic history dating back to the 1920s, when Langston Hughes roamed the streets of U Street with Zora Neale Hurston, before scholars claimed both writers as leaders of the Harlem Renaissance.

“The way is there–you just need enough like minds under the same roof to kick down doors,” said Ellis. “[The Dark Room Collective] gave me backup–[as a result] there were more voices; someone would be heard. It didn’t matter which one, because it would trickle down to the rest of us.”

To Continue reading, visit Washingtonian magazine.

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The Jury of Live Theater: A Chat with A Time to Kill’s Sebastian Arcelus

June 7, 2011

courtesy of Arena Stage

A Time to Kill is now enjoying its third life. The play is set in Mississippi in the 1980s, when two drunken white men gang rape a 10-year-old  black girl. Fearing that the men will receive a mere slap on the wrist, the girl’s father Carl Lee takes the law in his own hands, shooting them as they are led from court. So begins John Grisham‘s first novel, which was originally rejected by publishers and in 1996 was adapted into a film starring Samuel L. Jackson and Matthew McConaugheyRupert Holmes‘ adaptation of the story opened last month at Arena Stage, and it runs to June 19.

Actor Sebastian Arcelus plays Jake Brigance, the lawyer who defends Carl Lee. Arcelus spoke to Arts Desk about  Brigance’s surprising complexities, and about how the play departs from its cinematic counterpart.

Washington City Paper: A Time to Kill departs from the film in significant ways. Was it me or was the play rather too funny? The play poked fun at the legal system moreso than focusing on the characters directly harmed by the heinous rape like the film did.

Sebastian Arcelus: Our writer, Rupert Holmes, has found many choice moments to tastefully guide us through that delicate balance with the use of humor. But, no, I certainly don’t think our play is about  fun of the legal system or not fully dramatizing the facts of the case. On the contrary, our director, Ethan McSweeney, guided us to dive deeply into the heart of all of these issues, whether they be  intellectual, legal, racial, or otherwise. And at the end of the day, audiences are super-adept at recognizing truth, and one way to do that is certainly with laughter. It also probably doesn’t hurt that we’re presenting a smart, fast-paced legal thriller in a town known for its lawyers…

Continue reading at Washington City Paper

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Cameo Appearance in Youtube Video

March 23, 2011

None of this would be possible if it weren’t for the very talented Gemal Woods of Park Triangle Productions.

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Fathering Words with E. Ethelbert Miller

May 16, 2010

Egberto Miller walks to the subway carrying his lunch. My mother has taken the time to fix him a good meal. I will remember the exchange of small brown paper bags more than hugs and kisses between my parents. When we moved into the St. Mary’s Housing Projects, we lived on the seventeenth floor; my mother would watch my father walk to work from the bedroom window. Behind her would be an unmade bed. The outline of my father’s body was still trapped against the sheets and blankets. My father never overslept when it was time to go to work. He never dragged himself out of bed. He was up and in the bathroom washing his body before you could even talk to him. This is why I believe he never dreamed. His eyes never had that soft, hazy, distant look. His eyes never looked tired. When you work hard everyday you don’t look tired; you are tired but you never mention it. There are no excuses.

I wonder what my mother thought about my father always sleeping? No time to really go anywhere. What was she thinking while bending over the stove? My father is sitting at the kitchen table. He props his head up with his hands. He is waiting for his meal. Years from now I will recognize this pose. It’s the picture we get from the loser’ locker room after the World Series, the Super Bowl or the N.B.A. finals. It’s defeat after making an error, the ball going in and out of the rim. A foot touching the line in the end zone. Or worst, the referee or umpire missing the call. Yet there is something heroic about my father. It took many years for me to realize the simple beauty behind how he ate his food. The care that he gave to even the most mundane task.

Just before I went off to college, he printed my name in the inside of a new typewriter case, his block letters so beautifully even. I looked at my name each time I took the typewriter out.

Excerpted from chapter two of Fathering Words: The Making of an African American Writer by E. Ethelbert Miller.
*Posted with permission of the author.

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New Chapter

May 7, 2010

When I read stories–regardless of genre–I like a good sense of place. I might even go so far to say that I enjoy when the writer gives the place a personality. For instance, Morrison literally makes the house in Beloved breathe, haunt, and also comment. It almost becomes a character in the novel. Gloria Naylor does a superb job of make Brewster’sPlace sing. James Baldwin writes of Harlem and Greenwich Village like no other.

When we think of documenting history, the places the people gather are equally if not more telling that who was there. I realized this early on. And while I knew that Bus Boys and Poets was a special place, I hadn’t realized the gravity of the place until recently when I was offered a job as Marketing Coordinator with the Marketing and Events team. What makes Bus Boys and Poets different than any other above average place to eat is that there’s a real production at work in inviting the kinds of people that they invite. It’s become so contagious that folks such as Cornell West, Common, and so many others are dropping by to see what it this place all about.

As an artist, I’m fascinated by productions. How movements are staged. How political agencies caucus in backrooms and divide the city, develop and ignore other parts of the city. I think it’s important for any artist to understand how the arena they wish to enter operates. And most important, who are those power brokers making things happen. And how can they find a seat at the table.

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Murillo Returns

April 13, 2010

Poet John Murillo (Up Jump the Boogie) will be in DC this weekend leading a workshop for Split This Rock and giving a reading at Bus Boys and Poets with KatyRichey. There are still spaces left for the workshop, I believe. You should contact Sarah Browning at browning@splitthisrock.org for registration or further details.

Here’s a clip of Murillo reading at the Bowery Poetry Club. I was very fortunate to be in the audience.

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Portraits of a Photographer’s Muses

April 8, 2010

 For as long as I can recall photography has been a central force in my life. It may have had something to do with my uncle being a photographer. But, I suspect it was something more than that. How you can stare at a photograph for an hour, then come back to it and see something different. It’s always been fascinating to me.

When I moved to Washington, I noticed photographer Mig shooting many of the literary events. At some point, I met her husband poet Brandon Johnson and got to see more of Mig’s work. One day, probably while our kids were playing, she share an idea to photograph DC poets. It was exciting because I always wanted to do something to bring together DC poets. So I wrote a grant that was accepted at the American Poetry Museum. I titled our collaboration The Washington Caravan after The famed anthology, The Negro Caravan. 

Mig Dooley is important and noteworthy because she’s a bridge to the Scurlock Family and historic photographers like James VanDerZee.

Her family, she says, is her muse.

Husband, Brandon Johnson

Son, Cyrus Johnson

Daughter, Naomi Johnson

To check out more of Mig’s work, visit her site.

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Four Days Away…

March 6, 2010

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Register Now. Less than Three Weeks Until Festival.

February 19, 2010

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A Conversation With Randall Horton

December 26, 2009

In the lingua franca of ninth street, the reader encounters a barrage of pathologies threatening the District’s residents such as death, drug addiction, and hopelessness. How did you emerge a prodigal son—if you will allow me to read this as autobiographical—there’s a running suit of poems titled “notes from a prodigal son”?

The poems titled “Notes from a Prodigal Son” are mediations and laments to my father. My father has been a strong influence in my life. During the time that I was incarcerated, it was his constant encouragement along with the purging of my life onto a notebook that helped me to get through a difficult period. These poems are meant to add balance to the poems as a whole. I wanted readers to understand that the book is about forgiveness and consequences for one’s actions.

There’s a blues aesthetic that undergirds each of your poems in this manuscript. Can you talk about your interest in the blues? Would you consider yourself a bluesman?

My interest or relationship to the blues extends from my childhood growing up in Birmingham, Al. My grandmother played blues music almost everyday on her stereo in the “big room.” I could not help but be influence by people like B.B. King, Bobby Blue Bland, Gene Chandler, and Johnny Taylor. Also, I would like to think of the blues aesthetic as a lived experienced that most people go through at sometime in their lives. I think you have to know how to recognize this experience and articulate it.

What would you say was the most difficult aspect of writing the lingua franca of ninth street? From the outside, you’re so far away from ninth street—you hold a Ph.D, have published in peer reviewed journals, and in many ways are a bridge between Etheridge Knight and younger poets like R. Dwayne Betts? Does one ever really leave ninth street?

As you know the lingua franca of ninth street is my second book. This is the book I wanted to write first, however, I needed to put more distance between the actual experiences and how I chose to write about them. It is always difficult remembering the hard challenges in one’s life. I can say that I have physically left ninth street, mentally I am in a different place, however, one never forgets. I think I add a different and needed experience to American Letters.

Tell me a bit about your poem “Origin Explained to my Cellmate?” The refrain “I come from” creates a form that I’ve seen in other manuscripts (e.g. Terrance Hayes, R. Dwayne Betts.) Are you and your fellow poets speaking to each other and witnessing to the world about your origins? You also credit your Southern roots as helping you survive and realize the possibilities that life has to offer. Can you expand on this?

 The poem was conceived in a workshop ran by Kelly Norman Ellis at Chicago State University where I received my MFA, and I consider the poem to be a breakthrough in how I looked at the Roxbury section of the book. The idea of the repetition “I come from” to instill the blues and create a mental landscape in the readers mind for me was crucial. I don’t know if we poets are speaking to each other more so than we are speaking to poetry readers, helping them understand that place is important in a poem, that one’s human condition is intrinsically tied up within the beauty of art. Also, for me, having grown up in a community that was once segregated and forced to form familial and communal bonds, instilled a sort of ethnic pride that I had lost, however, in the remembering of where I came from while I was in prison, I was able to gain it back and make my community proud instead of ashamed. This form helped me to bring that out.

Arguably one of your most poignant lines comes from the last poem in your manuscript where you enter a prison to give a poetry reading—but you enter not as Dr. Horton but as you put it “How do I say welcome me, I am your brother?” Can you talk a bit about this? Are you received as a peer when you go into prisons and share your story and knowledge of the craft of poetry? And the converse of this is, are you received as a peer when you move through academia?

Going back inside prison to work with incarcerated people has helped me to be thankful and understand how full–circle my life has come. Traveling life’s circumference has been arduous, yet rewarding. There is no denying that I am their brother, as in we have a shared experience that few people in life go through. I hope that in some way, what I have done can provide a bit of hope, a bit of willingness to change one’s life. My story is a passport to that place where few inmates will let people on the outside come into. So they grant me access because I know their human condition.

 To answer your question about academia, my reception has been mixed. I have received the most resistance from HBCUs. Howard University would not readmit me to finish my degree once I got out of prison so I went to the University of the District of Columbia. Just so you know I completed four years at Howard, however, I never finished my degree. I left and life got in the way. I was seeking re-admittance as an old student returning. My grades were always good. They flat out denied me because of what I had gone through.

 Most recently I received of Scholar-in-Residence position at Central State University where the provost had a problem with my past record. This happened after CSU had done a very thorough reference check from individuals and schools. I was extended an offer, gave full disclosure, signed the contract and then had the contract revoked. The process of this position required approval by the students and the chair of the English Department who very thoroughly checked my teaching and scholastic references.

 Actions likes these make me rethink the mission of HBCUs. I teach at the University of New Haven now, and the administration and English Department have been great in understanding what it is that I bring to an institution in terms of creative writing and fellowship with students. My record over the last ten years speaks to commitment and scholarship. In case you want to know, my crime was nonviolent. I have taught at SUNY Albany and now UNH, and in each of these places I have been received favorably by both the faculty and the students. I got my MFA in 18 months and my PhD in 3 years flat. I am very focused and feel that I have found what it is in life that I am supposed to do. Plain and simple.

Thanks for taking the time to talk Abdul, much appreciated.

Randall Horton is a former editor of Warpland: A Journal of Black Literature and Ideas (Fall 2005) and co-editor of Fingernails Across the Chalkboard (Third World Press, 2006). He received his undergraduate education at both Howard University and The University of the District of Columbia (B.A. English). He has a MFA in Creative Writing with an emphasis in Poetry from Chicago State University. He holds a PhD from SUNY Albany. the lingua franca of ninth street is Mr. Horton’s second collection of poems. Randall Horton is the editor-in-chief of the newly minted lit journal, Tidal Basin Collective.  He is also a Cave Canem fellow.

Horton, originally from Birmingham, Alabama, resides in Albany, New York. He is a former editor of Warpland: A Journal of Black Literature and Ideas (Fall 2005) and co-editor of Fingernails Across the Chalkboard (Third World Press, 2006). He received his undergraduate education at both Howard University and The University of the District of Columbia (B.A. English). He has a MFA in Creative Writing with an emphasis in Poetry from Chicago State University. He is also a first year doctoral student at SUNY Albany. Randall received an Archie D. and Bertha H. Walker Foundation Summer Scholarship to attend Fine Arts Workcenter at Provincetown in 2005. He is also a Cave CanRandall Horton, originally from Birmingham, Alabama, resides in Albany, New York. He is a former editor of Warpland: A Journal of Black Literature and Ideas (Fall 2005) and co-editor of Fingernails Across the Chalkboard (Third World Press, 2006). He received his undergraduate education at both Howard University and The University of the District of Columbia (B.A. English). He has a MFA in Creative Writing with an emphasis in Poetry from Chicago State University. He is also a first year doctoral student at SUNY Albany. Randall received an Archie D. and Bertha H. Walker Foundation Summer Scholarship to attend Fine Arts Workcenter at Provincetown in 2005. He is also a Cav

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