I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion

Show description for Sunday 7/17/2011 @ 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM

All those ships that never sailed
The ones with their seacocks open
That were scuttled in their stalls...
Today I bring them back
Huge and transitory
And let them sail
Forever.

All those flowers that you never grew-
that you wanted to grow
The ones that were plowed under
ground in the mud-
Today I bring them back
And let you grow them
Forever.

All those wars and truces
Dancing down these years-
All in three flag swept days
Rejected meaning of God-

My body once covered with beauty
Is now a museum of betrayal.
This part remembered because of that one's touch
This part remembered for that one's kiss-
Today I bring it back
And let you live forever.

I breath a breathless I love you
And move you
Forever.

Remove the snake from Moses' arm...
And someday the Jewish queen will dance
Down the street with the dogs
And make every Jew
Her lover.


Bob Kaufman, poet. (from, The Ancient Rain)




Betye Saar, Ragtime, 2005, mixed media box assemblage, 19" x 20" x 2" Pictured above

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	Tennessee Williams (read by Montgomery Clift)	Opening Soliloquy	The Glass Menagerie	Caedmon
	Art Tatum	Out Of Nowhere	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Teddy Wilson	Someday Sweetheart	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Billy Kyle	Night Whispers	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Count Basie	I Never Knew	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Count Basie	Little Pony	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Charles Brown	Drifitn' Blues	Driftin' Blues	Aladdin
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	Ella Fitzgerald	This Time's The Dream's On Me	Sings The Harold Arlen Songbook	Verve
	Kenneth Patchen	23rd St. Runs Into Heaven	Reads His Poetry	Folkways
	Kenneth Patchen	The Lions Of Fire	Reads His Poetry	Folkways
	Willie "The Lion" Smith	Relaxin'	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Fat's Waller	Carolina Shout	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Hampton Hawes	Diablo's Dance	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Sylvia Plath	Ouija	Sylvia Plath Reads Her Poetry	Caedmon
	Miles Davis	Sweet Sue, Just You	What Is Jazz?	Columbia
	Kenny Dorham	Lotus Blossom	2 Horns 2 Rhythm	Riverside
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	Claude McKay	Tropics In New York	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Folkways
	Tommy Flanagan	Ballad	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Oscar Peterson	Fine & Dandy	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Tennessee Williams (read by Montgonery Clift & Jessica Tandy)	excerpt for Scene 3	The Glass Menagerie	Caedmon
	Ella Fitzgerald	Let's Take A Walk Around The Block	Sings The Harold Arlen Songbook	Verve
	Ella Fitzgerald	Ill Wind	Sings The Harold Arlen Songbook	Verve
	Gwendolyn Brooks	Song Of The Front Yard	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Anthology Of Negro Poets
	Charles Brown	Rolling Like A Pebble In The Sand	Driftin' Blues	Aladdin
	Avery Parrish	After Hours	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Sterling Brown	Long Gone	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Anthology Of Negro Poets
	Thelonious Monk	Round Midnight	Thelonious Monk Solo	Vogue
	Bud Powell	Thelonious	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
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	Ishmael Reed	Judas	Conjure	Pangaea
	Bud Powell	Topsy Turvy	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	John Lewis	Promenade In Paris	Jazz Piano 2	RCA - France
	Langston Hughes	Borderline	Reads and Talks About His Poems	Spoken Arts Records
	Langston Hughes	Genius Child	Reads and Talks About His Poems	Spoken Arts Records
	Langston Hughes	Suicide's Note	Reads and Talks About His Poems	Spoken Arts Records
	Langston Hughes	Little Lyric ( Of Great Importance)	Reads and Talks About His Poems	Spoken Arts Records
	Langston Hughes	Motto	Reads and Talks About His Poems	Spoken Arts Records
	Langston Hughes	Flatted Fifths	Reads and Talks About His Poems	Spoken Arts Records
	Charlie Parker	The Bird	The Charlie Parker Story	Warner Brothers
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	Richard Pryor	God	Are You Serious?	Laff

Margaret Walker, Lee Morgan, and those blues in the night . . .

Paulene Myers, actress (with back to camera), Raymond Patterson, poet, Margaret Walker, Paula Giddings's afro towering over Margaret Walker, Herbert Martin (center), Gwendolyn Etter-Lewis, critic, unidentified woman,Lorenzo Thomas, poet.

Show description for Sunday 7/10/2011 @ 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM

Lee Morgan , one of the greatest trumpet players in the history of jazz, is celebrated today on New Day Jazz, along with the life and poetry of Margaret Walker.

"Margaret Walker is of the great creators and teachers of literature." - Amiri Baraka

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	Margaret Walker	Kissie Lee	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Folkways
	Ella Fitzgerald	Blues In The Night	Sings The Harold Arlen Songbook	Verve
	Ella Fitzgerald	Let's Fall In Love	Sings The Harold Arlen Songbook	Verve
	Ella Fitzgerald	Stormy Weather	Sings The Harold Arlen Songbook	Verve
	Margaret Walker (read by Gloria Foster)	We Have Been Believers	A Hand Is On The Gate	Verve-Folkways
	Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers	Roots & Herbs	Roots & Herbs	Blue Note
	Lee Morgan	Short Count	The Sixth Sense	Blue Note
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	Shirley Horn	Travelin' Light	Travelin' Light	ABC-Paramount
	Shirley Horn	Sunday In New York	Travelin' Light	ABC-Paramount
	Shirley Horn	I Could Have Told You	Travelin' Light	ABC-Paramount
	Lee Morgan	You're Mine You	City Lights	Blue Note
	Lee Morgan	City Lights	City Lights	Blue Note
	Margaret Walker	Old Molly Means	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Folkways
	Grachan Moncur III	Monk In Wonderland	Evolution	Blue Note
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	Margaret Walker	For My People	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Folkways
	Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers	Sakeena's Vision	The Big Beat	Blue Note
	Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers	Calling Miss Khadija	Indestructible!	Blue Note
	Margaret Walker	Stackalee	Anthology Of Negro Poets	Folkways
	Lee Morgan	Since I Fell For You	Candy	Blue Note
	Louis Armstrong	Stardust	Louis Armstrong Favorites Vol. 4	Columbia
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	Lee Konitz	I Remember You	Motion	Verve

New Music, New Poetry: Odean Pope, Farmers By Nature, Al Young, Ishmael Reed, Matthew Shipp, William Parker

Patrice Lumumba, pictured above, (July 2, 1925 – January 17, 1961) Know your history, know your culture. Your independence depends on your remembrance. Each one, teach one.

Show description for Sunday 7/3/2011 @ 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM

PLEASE NOTE: MR. BARAKA HAS BEEN RESCHEDULED TO A LATER DATE

This week, on the 5 o'clock hour, poet, playwright, essayist, and activist, Amiri Baraka, returns to New Day Jazz to discuss the recent biography, Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention, by the late Manning Marable.

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	Odean Pope	Custody Of The American Spirit	Universal Sounds	Porter
	Odean Pope	Mwalimu	Universal Sounds	Porter
	Odean Pope	The Binder	Universal Sounds	Porter
	Ishmael Reed	If I Am A Welfare Queen Where Are My Jewels And Furs?	For All We Know	Konch Records
	Al Young	Sundays In Democracies	Something About The Blues	Sourcebooks
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	Farmers By Nature	Mud, Mapped	Out Of This Worlds Distortions	AUM-Fidelity
	William Parker Organ Quartet	The Struggle	Uncle Joe's Spirit House	Centering Records
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	Matthew Shipp	The New Fact	Art Of The Improviser	Thirsty Ear
	Matthew Shipp	3 In 1	Art Of The Improviser	Thirsty Ear
	Al Young	Straight, No Chaser	Something About The Blues	Sourcebooks
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	Odean Pope	Blues	Universal Sounds	Porter
	William Parker Organ Quartet	Jacques Groove	Uncle Joe's Spirit House	Centering Records
	William Parker Organ Quartet	Ennio's Tag	Uncle Joe's Spirit House	Centering Records
	Al Young	Conjugal Visits	Something About The Blues	Sourcebooks
	Ishmael Reed	Army Nurse	For All We Know	Konch Records
	Farmers By Nature	For Fred Anderson	Out Of This Worlds Distortions	AUM-Fidelity
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	Art Ensemble of Chicago	Dreaming Of The Master	Thelonious Sphere Monk: Dreaming Of The Masters Vol. 2

"What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July?" - Frederick Douglass

Fellow Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers of this republic. The signers of the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men, too great enough to give frame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men. The point from which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, the most favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their great deeds with less than admiration. They were statesmen, patriots and heroes, and for the good they did, and the principles they contended for, I will unite with you to honor their memory....

...Fellow-citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?

Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these questions! Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold, that a nation's sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude, that would not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish, that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs of a nation's jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that, the dumb might eloquently speak, and the "lame man leap as an hart."

But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. I am not included within the pale of glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn you that it is dangerous to copy the example of a nation whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrevocable ruin! I can to-day take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and woe-smitten people!

"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! we wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, 0 Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth."

Fellow-citizens, above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail of millions! whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are, to-day, rendered more intolerable by the jubilee shouts that reach them. If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorrow this day, "may my right hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth!" To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme, would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject, then, fellow-citizens, is American slavery. I shall see this day and its popular characteristics from the slave's point of view. Standing there identified with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine, I do not hesitate to declare, with all my soul, that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this 4th of July! Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of the constitution and the Bible which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery, the great sin and shame of America! "I will not equivocate; I will not excuse"; I will use the severest language I can command; and yet not one word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, or who is not at heart a slaveholder, shall not confess to be right and just.

But I fancy I hear some one of my audience say, "It is just in this circumstance that you and your brother abolitionists fail to make a favorable impression on the public mind. Would you argue more, an denounce less; would you persuade more, and rebuke less; your cause would be much more likely to succeed." But, I submit, where all is plain there is nothing to be argued. What point in the anti-slavery creed would you have me argue? On what branch of the subject do the people of this country need light? Must I undertake to prove that the slave is a man? That point is conceded already. Nobody doubts it. The slaveholders themselves acknowledge it in the enactment of laws for their government. They acknowledge it when they punish disobedience on the part of the slave. There are seventy-two crimes in the State of Virginia which, if committed by a black man (no matter how ignorant he be), subject him to the punishment of death; while only two of the same crimes will subject a white man to the like punishment. What is this but the acknowledgment that the slave is a moral, intellectual, and responsible being? The manhood of the slave is conceded. It is admitted in the fact that Southern statute books are covered with enactments forbidding, under severe fines and penalties, the teaching of the slave to read or to write. When you can point to any such laws in reference to the beasts of the field, then I may consent to argue the manhood of the slave. When the dogs in your streets, when the fowls of the air, when the cattle on your hills, when the fish of the sea, and the reptiles that crawl, shall be unable to distinguish the slave from a brute, then will I argue with you that the slave is a man!

For the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not astonishing that, while we are ploughing, planting, and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, silver and gold; that, while we are reading, writing and ciphering, acting as clerks, merchants and secretaries, having among us lawyers, doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators and teachers; that, while we are engaged in all manner of enterprises common to other men, digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep and cattle on the hill-side, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives and children, and, above all, confessing and worshipping the Christian's God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!

Would you have me argue that man is entitled to liberty? that he is the rightful owner of his own body? You have already declared it. Must I argue the wrongfulness of slavery? Is that a question for Republicans? Is it to be settled by the rules of logic and argumentation, as a matter beset with great difficulty, involving a doubtful application of the principle of justice, hard to be understood? How should I look to-day, in the presence of Amercans, dividing, and subdividing a discourse, to show that men have a natural right to freedom? speaking of it relatively and positively, negatively and affirmatively. To do so, would be to make myself ridiculous, and to offer an insult to your understanding. There is not a man beneath the canopy of heaven that does not know that slavery is wrong for him.

What, am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them of their liberty, to work them without wages, to keep them ignorant of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder their families, to knock out their teeth, to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience and submission to their mastcrs? Must I argue that a system thus marked with blood, and stained with pollution, is wrong? No! I will not. I have better employment for my time and strength than such arguments would imply.

What, then, remains to be argued? Is it that slavery is not divine; that God did not establish it; that our doctors of divinity are mistaken? There is blasphemy in the thought. That which is inhuman, cannot be divine! Who can reason on such a proposition? They that can, may; I cannot. The time for such argument is passed.

At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed. O! had I the ability, and could reach the nation's ear, I would, to-day, pour out a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and its crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and denounced.

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy -- a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages.There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.

Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the Old World, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival....


...Allow me to say, in conclusion, notwithstanding the dark picture I have this day presented, of the state of the nation, I do not despair of this country. There are forces in operation which must inevitably work the downfall of slavery. "The arm of the Lord is not shortened," and the doom of slavery is certain. I, therefore, leave off where I began, with hope. While drawing encouragement from "the Declaration of Independence," the great principles it contains, and the genius of American Institutions, my spirit is also cheered by the obvious tendencies of the age. Nations do not now stand in the same relation to each other that they did ages ago. No nation can now shut itself up from the surrounding world and trot round in the same old path of its fathers without interference. The time was when such could be done. Long established customs of hurtful character could formerly fence themselves in, and do their evil work with social impunity. Knowledge was then confined and enjoyed by the privileged few, and the multitude walked on in mental darkness. But a change has now come over the affairs of mankind. Walled cities and empires have become unfashionable. The arm of commerce has borne away the gates of the strong city. Intelligence is penetrating the darkest corners of the globe. It makes its pathway over and under the sea, as well as on the earth. Wind, steam, and lightning are its chartered agents. Oceans no longer divide, but link nations together. From Boston to London is now a holiday excursion. Space is comparatively annihilated. -- Thoughts expressed on one side of the Atlantic are distinctly heard on the other.

The far off and almost fabulous Pacific rolls in grandeur at our feet. The Celestial Empire, the mystery of ages, is being solved. The fiat of the Almighty, "Let there be Light," has not yet spent its force. No abuse, no outrage whether in taste, sport or avarice, can now hide itself from the all-pervading light. The iron shoe, and crippled foot of China must be seen in contrast with nature. Africa must rise and put on her yet unwoven garment. 'Ethiopia, shall, stretch. out her hand unto Ood." In the fervent aspirations of William Lloyd Garrison, I say, and let every heart join in saying it:

God speed the year of jubilee
The wide world o'er!
When from their galling chains set free,
Th' oppress'd shall vilely bend the knee,
And wear the yoke of tyranny
Like brutes no more.
That year will come, and freedom's reign,
To man his plundered rights again
Restore.

God speed the day when human blood
Shall cease to flow!
In every clime be understood,
The claims of human brotherhood,
And each return for evil, good,
Not blow for blow;
That day will come all feuds to end,
And change into a faithful friend
Each foe.

God speed the hour, the glorious hour,
When none on earth
Shall exercise a lordly power,
Nor in a tyrant's presence cower;
But to all manhood's stature tower,
By equal birth!
That hour will come, to each, to all,
And from his Prison-house, to thrall
Go forth.

Until that year, day, hour, arrive,
With head, and heart, and hand I'll strive,
To break the rod, and rend the gyve,
The spoiler of his prey deprive --
So witness Heaven!
And never from my chosen post,
Whate'er the peril or the cost,
Be driven.




The Life and Writings of Frederick Douglass, Volume II
Pre-Civil War Decade 1850-1860
Philip S. Foner
International Publishers Co., Inc., New York, 1950

Rain by Aime Cesaire

After I had by iron by fire by ash visited the most celebrated places in history
after I had by ash fire earth and stars courted with my wild dog and leechlike
fingernails the authoritarian field of protoplasms
I found myself as usual in the old days in the middle of a factory of vipers'
nests in a ganges of cacti in an elaboration of thorny pilgrimages - and as
usual I was salivated by limbs and tongues born a thousand years before
the earth - and as usual I made my morning prayer the one that protects
me from the evil eye and that I address to the rain under the aztec color of
its name

Rain who so gently washes a perverse injection from the earth's academic
vagina
All-powerful rain who on the chopping block makes the fingers of the
rock's leap
Rain who force-feeds an army of worms no mulberry forest could nourish
Rain inspired strategist who pushes across the mirror of the air your zigzag
army of numberless riverbanks that cannot not surprise the best-kept
boredom
Rain wasp nest beautiful milk whose piglets we are
Rain I see your hair which is a perpetual explosion of sandbox tree fireworks
your hair of misinformation promptly denied
Rain who in your most reprehensible excesses takes care not to forget that
Chiriqui maidens pull suddenly from their night corsage a lamp of thrilling
fireflies
Inflexible rain who lays eggs whose larvae are so proud that nothing can
make them mount the stern of the sun and salute it like an admiral
Rain who is a fresh fish fan behind which courteous races hide to watch
victory with its dirty feet pass by
Greetings to you queen rain in the depths of the eternal goddess whose hands
are multiple and whose destiny is unique thou sperm thou brain thou fluid
Rain capable of everything except washing away the blood that flows on the
fingers of the murderers of entire peoples surprised in the soaring forests
of innocence







Aime Cesaire (photo by Denise Colomb)
(translation by A. James Arnold & Clayton Eshleman)
Solar Throat Slashed, The Unexpurgated 1948 Edition, Wesleyan University Press

Homage to Aime Cesaire in Poetry & Jazz

New Day Jazz Justin Desmangles Jazz music for lovers and the lonely. Genre Jazz Miss the Show? MP3 Stream (128kbps, broadband) MP3 Stream (32kbps, dial-up) [View Past Shows] [View Upcoming Shows]

Show Description for Sunday 06/26/2011 This afternoon, a special celebration of Aime Cesaire, honoring his birthday, June 26, 1913. Also, a new essay by Cecil Brown, below. If Racism is Over, Why are Whites Still Kicking Me in the Ass? Next week, Amiri Baraka reviews the new biography, Malcolm X, A Life Of Reinvention, by Manning Marable. Painting by Romare Bearden, 16 Mill Hands Lunch Bucket

	Artist	Song	Album
	Bud Powell	Cleopatra's Dream	The Scene Changes	Blue Note
	JulianAdderley	Alison's Uncle	Somethin' Else	Blue Note
	John Agard	Stereotype	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance Records
	John Agard	Grafitti In A British Rail Waiting Room	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance Records
	Max Roach featuring Anthony Braxton	Dance Griot	Birth And Rebirth	Black Saint
	Walt Dickerson Sirone Andrew Cyrille	Life Rays	Life Rays	Soul Note
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	Walt Dickerson & Sun Ra	Visions	Visions	Steeple Chase
	Mahmood Jamal	A Gift Of Blood	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance Records
	Mahmood Jamal	Silence	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance Records
	Gil Evans / Steve Lacy	Reincarnation Of A Lovebird	Paris Blues	Owl
	Steve Lacy	Virgin Jungle	The Door	Novus
	Okot P'Bitek	Acholi Song / Song Of The Prisoner	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance Records
	Clifford Brown	George's Dilemma	Study In Brown	Emarcy
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	Aime Cesaire (read by Justin Desmangles)	Rain (translated by A. James Arnold & Clayton Eshleman)	Solar Throat Slashed	Wesleyan Universtiy Press
	Jackie Byard	Parisian Thoroughfare	The Jaki Byard Experience	Prestige
	Mari Evans (read by Roscoe Lee Browne & James Earl Jones)	This Ain't No Mass Thing	A Hand Is On The Gate	Verve - Folkways
	Sam Rivers	Involution	Dimensions & Extensions	Blue Note
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	Aime Cesaire (read by Justin Desmangles)	Secret Society (translated by A. James Arnold & Clayton Eshleman)	Solar Throat Slashed	Wesleyan Universtiy Press
	Aime Cesaire (read by Justin Desmangles)	Attack On Morals (translated by A. James Arnold & Clayton Eshleman)	Solar Throat Slashed	Wesleyan Universtiy Press
	Rahsaan Roland Kirk	Rahsaanica	Natural Black Inventions: Root Strata	Atlantic
	Rahsaan Roland Kirk	Raped Voices	Natural Black Inventions: Root Strata	Atlantic
	Rahsaan Roland Kirk	Haunted Feelings	Natural Black Inventions: Root Strata	Atlantic
	Solar Throat Slashed	Prelude Back Home	Natural Black Inventions: Root Strata	Atlantic
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	Max Roach featuring Andy Bey	Members, Don't Git Weary	Members, Don't Git Weary	Atlantic

Weatherbird Language Alive

Show description for Sunday 6/12/2011 @ 3:00 PM - 6:00 PM

This afternoon, on the 5 o'clock hour, we will listen to Toni Morrison read from the text of her lecture in acceptance of the Nobel Prize in Literature 1993

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	Artist	Song	Album	Label
	Louis Armstorng - Earl Hines	Weatherbird	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Fats Waller	St. Louis Blues	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Count Basie	Tickle Toe	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Ahmad Jamal	Billy Boy	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Howard McGhee - Fats Navarro	The Skunk	The Other Side Of Blue Note 1500 Series	Blue Note - Japan
	Jutta Hipp	Zwonderful	The Other Side Of Blue Note 1500 Series	Blue Note - Japan
	Louis Smith	Au Privave	The Other Side Of Blue Note 1500 Series	Blue Note - Japan
	Beverly Kenney	Do It Again	Sings For Playboys	Decca
	Beverly Kenney	A Woman's Intuition	Sings For Playboys	Decca
	Beverly Kenney	You're My Boy	Sings For Playboys	Decca
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	Carmen McRae	How Did He Look?	Bittersweet	Focus
	Carmen McRae	Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry	Bittersweet	Focus
	Carmen McRae	The Meaning Of The Blues	Bittersweet	Focus
	Bud Powell	John's Abbey	The Other Side Of Blue Note 1500 Series	Blue Note - Japan
	Paul Chambers	(Untitled)	The Other Side Of Blue Note 1500 Series	Blue Note - Japan
	Johnny Griffin	Cherokee	The Other Side Of Blue Note 1500 Series	Blue Note - Japan
	Okot p'Bitek	Song Of The Prisoner	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance
	Miles Davis - Gil Evans	Springsville	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Woody Herman	Four Brothers	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Benny Goodman - Charlie Christian	Solo Flight	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Fats Waller	I"m Crazy About My Baby	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
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	Benny Goodman	Avalon	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Charlie Parker	Anthropology	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Charles Mingus	Gunslinging Bird	From King Oliver To Ornette Coleman	CBS - France
	Mushtaq Singh	The Respite	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance
	Mushtaq Singh	4 Lines In Urdu Translation	An Evening Of International Poetry	Alliance
	Bill Evans	Lucky To Be Me	Everybody Digs Bill Evans	Riverside
	Farmers By Nature	For Fred Anderson	Out Of The Worlds Distortions	AUM-Fidelity
	Darius Jones Trio	Meekness	Man'ish Boy ( A Raw & Beautiful Thing)	AUM-Fidelity
	Darius Jones - Matthew Shipp	Overvoid	Cosmic Lieder	AUM-Fidelity
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	Toni Morrison	The Nobel Lecture In Literature 1993	The Nobel Lecture In Literature 1993	Random House Audio
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	Matthew Shipp Trio / Solo	Gamma Ray	Art Of The Improviser	Thirsty Ear
	Matthew Shipp Trio / Solo	Patmos	Art Of The Improviser	Thirsty Ear
	David S. Ware	Crystal Palace	Planetary Unknown	AUM-Fidelity
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	Darius Jones Trio	Big Train Rollin'	Man'ish Boy ( A Raw & Beautiful Thing)	AUM-Fidelity