Indigo Kalliope — Poems From The Left
Kalliope means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Alice Walker (1944 – ) is famous for her novels, especially her third novel, The Color Purple.
Since it was first published in 1982, The Color Purple earned the National Book Award for Fiction and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, the first time it was awarded to an African-American woman. Five million copies, in 25 languages, have been sold. It was made into a film in 1985 that was nominated for 11 Academy Awards, grossed over $98,000,000, and launched Oprah Winfrey into stardom.
But she published Revolutionary Petunias, a book of poetry, almost ten years before The Color Purple turned Alice Walker into a literary phenomenon.
The first poem of Petunia’s opening section, In These Dissenting Times, was untitled:
I shall write of the old men I knew
And the young men
I loved
And of the gold toothed women
Mighty of arm
Who dragged us all
To church.
Alice Walker was born in Eatonton, Georgia, about 78 miles from Atlanta. It was also home to Joel Chandler Harris, who wrote the Uncle Remus fables in the late 19th century.
Eatonton is a dairy farming community, which had fewer than 2500 residents in the 1940s and 50s of Alice Walker’s childhood. There are two lakes, a small national forest and a Native American archaeological site nearby. Her parents, Willie Lee and Minnie Lou Grant Walker, were sharecroppers. Alice was the youngest of their eight children.
She has said of her father, that he was “wonderful at math but a terrible farmer.” He earned only $300 a year from sharecropping and dairy farming. Her mother worked as a maid, 11 hours a day for $17 a week.
The “Jim Crow” laws, which enforced the South’s racial segregation, made it hard for a child of black sharecroppers to get an education. Minnie Lou Walker was once told by a white plantation owner that black people had “no need for education.” Alice remembers her mother saying, “You might have some black children somewhere, but they don’t live in this house. Don’t you ever come around here again talking about how my children don’t need to learn how to read and write.” Minnie Lou Walker enrolled her daughter in first grade when Alice was only four years old.
When she was 8 years old, Alice was shot in the right eye with a BB pellet while playing cowboys and Indians with two of her brothers. Whitish scar tissue in her damaged eye made her self-conscious and withdrawn. “For a long time, I thought I was very ugly and disfigured,” she told John O’Brien in Alice Walker: Critical Perspectives, Past and Present. She found solace in reading and writing poetry.
The injury to her eye made her eligible for a partial college scholarship. Her mother’s work as a maid helped pay the rest of the costs for her education.
Alice Walker went to Spelman College. Like many others, she was inspired by Martin Luther King, and became part of the Civil Rights movement, participating in voter registration, sit-ins and other protests. In 1962 she was invited to the home of Dr. King, in recognition of her attendance at the Youth World Peace Festival in Finland.
She completed her B.A. at Sarah Lawrence College in New York. While at Sarah Lawrence, Walker visited Africa as part of a study-abroad program. She graduated in 1965 — the same year she sold her first short story. She published her first book, Once: Poems, in 1968, containing poems about the civil rights movement, her personal anguish about deciding to get an abortion, and her travels to Africa.
The rhythms of her poems, especially the early ones, echo the cadence of her Georgia upbringing.
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The Old Men Used to Sing
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The old men used to sing
And lifted a brother
Carefully
Out the door
I used to think they
Were born
Knowing how to
Gently swing
A casket
They shuffled softly
Eyes dry
More awkward
With the flowers
Than with the widow
After they’d put the
Body in
And stood around waiting
In their
Brown suits.
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After college, Walker worked as a social worker for the NYC Department of Welfare. In 1967, she married Melvyn Rosenman Leventhal, a white civil rights attorney. They moved to Jackson, Mississippi, where Walker worked as the black history consultant for Head Start, and also was a writer-in-residence for Jackson State College (later Jackson State University) and Tougaloo College. She finished her first novel, The Third Life of Grange Copeland, in 1969, the same year her daughter, Rebecca Grant, was born. Her marriage ended in 1977.
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I Will Keep Broken Things
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I will keep broken
things:
the big clay pot
with raised iguanas
chasing their
tails; two
of their wise
heads sheared off;
I will keep broken things: the old slave market basket brought to
my door by Mississippi a jagged
hole gouged
in its sturdy dark
oak side.
- - -
I will keep broken things:
The memory of
those long delicious night swims with you;
- - -
I will keep broken things:
- - -
In my house
there remains an honored shelf
on which I will keep broken things.
- - -
Their beauty is
they need not ever be “fixed.”
- - -
I will keep your wild
free laughter though it is now missing its
reassuring and
graceful hinge.
I will keep broken things:
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Thank you
So much!
- - -
I will keep broken things.
I will keep you:
pilgrim of sorrow.
I will keep myself.
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Walker moved to northern California, where she lives and writes today, and has academic ties with UC Berkeley. She’s an advocate for antinuclear and environmental causes. Her protests against female circumcision in Africa and the Middle East have made her a strong voice for international women’s rights. She’s also been a contributing editor of Ms. magazine, and is a co-founder of Wild Tree Press.
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I Said to Poetry
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I said to Poetry: “I’m finished
with you.”
Having to almost die
before some weird light
comes creeping through
is no fun.
“No thank you, Creation,
no muse need apply.
I’m out for good times—
at the very least,
some painless convention.”
- - -
Poetry laid back
and played dead
until this morning.
I wasn’t sad or anything,
only restless.
- - -
Poetry said: “You remember
the desert, and how glad you were
that you have an eye
to see it with? You remember
that, if ever so slightly?”
I said: “I didn’t hear that.
Besides, it’s five o’clock in the a.m.
I’m not getting up
in the dark
to talk to you.”
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Poetry said: “But think about the time
you saw the moon
over that small canyon
that you liked so much better
than the grand one—and how suprised you were
that the moonlight was green
and you still had
one good eye
to see it with
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Think of that!”
- - -
“I’ll join the church!” I said,
huffily, turning my face to the wall.
“I’ll learn how to pray again!”
- - -
“Let me ask you,” said Poetry.
“When you pray, what do you think
you’ll see?”
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Poetry had me.
“There’s no paper
in this room,” I said.
“And that new pen I bought
makes a funny noise.”
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“Bullshit,” said Poetry.
“Bullshit,” said I.
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There is a cost to be paid for Fame — the envy and enmity of others, especially those who see only the color of your skin and that you are not a man.
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When You Thought Me Poor
- - -
When you thought me poor,
my poverty was shaming.
When blackness was unwelcome
we found it best
that I stay home.
- - -
When by the miracle
of fierce dreaming and hard work
Life fulfilled our every want
you found me crassly
well off;
not trimly,
inconspicuously wealthy
like your rich friends.
- - -
Still black too,
now
I owned too much and too many
of everything.
- - -
Woe is me: I became a
success! Blackness, who
knows how?
Became suddenly
in!
- - -
What to do?
Now that Fate appears
(for the moment anyhow)
to have dismissed
abject failure
in any case?
Now that moonlight and night
have blessed me.
- - -
Now that the sun
unaffected by criticism
of any sort,
implacably beams
the kiss filled magic that creates
the dark and radiant wonder
of my face.
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Alice Walker travels far, lives much and writes about it all. It’s a remarkable journey, a story even more fantastic than the Br’er Rabbit tales told by her hometown’s other literary alumni.
Sources
The Poems
- “Untitled” (I shall write) from Revolutionary Petunias & Other Poems, © 1973 by Alice Walker, Harvest Book/Harcourt Brace & Co
- “The Old Men Used to Sing” from Revolutionary Petunias & Other Poems, © 1973 by Alice Walker, Harvest Book/Harcourt Brace & Co
- “I Will Keep Broken Things” from The Cushion in the Road: Meditation and Wandering as the Whole World Awakens to Being in Harm’s Way, © 2013 by Alice Walker, The New Press — www.ayearofbeinghere.com/...
- “I Said to Poetry” from Collected Poems: Her Blue Body Everything We Know – 1965-1990, © 2005 by Alice Walker, Phoenix/Orion Publishing —www.math.buffalo.edu/...
- “When You Thought Me Poor” — www.poemhunter.com/...
Biography
Bibliography
POETRY
- Once: Poems(also see below), Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1968.
- Five Poems, Broadside Press (Highland Park, MI), 1972.
- Revolutionary Petunias and Other Poems (also see below), Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1973.
- Goodnight, Willie Lee, I’ll See You in the Morning (also see below), Dial (New York, NY), 1979.
- Horses Make a Landscape Look More Beautiful, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1984.
- Alice Walker Boxed Set—Poetry: Good Night, Willie Lee, I’ll See You in the Morning; Revolutionary Petunias and Other Poems; Once, Poems, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1985.
- Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems, 1965-1990 Complete, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1991.
- A Poem Traveled down My Arm: Poem and Drawings, Random House (New York, NY), 2002.
- Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth: New Poems, Random House (New York, NY), 2003.
FICTION: NOVELS, EXCEPT AS NOTED
- The Third Life of Grange Copeland, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1970.
- In Love and Trouble: Stories of Black Women,Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1973.
- Meridian, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1976.
- You Can’t Keep a Good Woman Down (short stories), Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1981.
- The Color Purple, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1982.
- Alice Walker Boxed Set—Fiction: The Third Life of Grange Copeland, You Can’t Keep a Good Woman Down, and In Love and Trouble, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1985.
- The Temple of My Familiar, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1989.
- Possessing the Secret of Joy, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1992.
- Everyday Use,edited by Barbara Christian, Rutgers University Press (New Brunswick, NJ), 1994.
- By the Light of My Father’s Smile, Random House (New York, NY), 1998.
- The Way Forward Is with a Broken Heart, Random House (New York, NY), 2000.
- Now Is the Time to Open Your Heart: A Novel, Random House (New York, NY), 2004.
FOR CHILDREN
- Langston Hughes: American Poet (biography), Crowell (New York, NY), 1973, revised edition, illustrated by Catherine Deeter, HarperCollins (New York, NY), 2002.
- To Hell with Dying, illustrations by Catherine Deeter, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1988.
- Finding the Green Stone, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1991.
NONFICTION
- In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1983.
- Living by the Word: Selected Writings, 1973-1987, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1988.
- (With Pratibha Parmar) Warrior Marks: Female Genital Mutilation and the Sexual Blinding of Women, Harcourt (San Diego, CA), 1993.
- Alice Walker Banned, with introduction by Patricia Holt, Aunt Lute Books (San Francisco, CA), 1996.
- Anything We Love Can Be Saved: A Writer’s Activism, Random House (New York, NY), 1997.
- (With Francesco Mastalia and Alfonse Pagano) Dreads: Sacred Rites of the Natural Hair Revolution, Artisan (New York, NY), 1999.
Visuals
- Photo of a young Alice Walker
- Ugandan Bukedo basket
- Photo of Alice Walker
- Old basket
- African American funeral
- Narrow canyon
- Detail from photo of Ugandan Bukedo basket
