I am Sapelo by Cornelia Walker Bailey

A Young Man Throwing a Shrimp Net.

Cornelia Walker Bailey Geechee and Sapelo Island griot penned a great  article  name I am Sapelo on Gacoast.com , check it out to further understand of the origins of Black Culture and the Gullah people.

I am Sapelo :

I am here to represent Sapelo Island, a little hammock on the Georgia Coast. It’s a dying form of life we have here. In some ways I relish the new way while at the same time I feel such a heavy loss for the vanishing of the old ways

Stylish Not Fashionable

Being stylish as oppose to being fashionable can help one avoid being foolish whether we are talking clothes or politics. Ten years down the line one doesn’t want to look back and remember they were a member of the Tea Party or wore skinny jeans.
Fortunately for my sanity’s sake this post is about clothing and not current events. I’m always surprised to see slovenly dressed traditionalist, some whilst even in church!,I’ve heard. Sartorial propriety has always been something to aspire to, until society became overly egalitarian.  So without further ado, here some people I find particularly fly.

Pas de Deux (I) by Albert Murray


Like in music, “it don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swang” No matter what you do, it must done with style and grace; a bit of joie de vivre. Ya dig?

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Pas de Deux (I) by Albert Murray

all art,

said old walter pater,

speaking of sandro botticelli,

constantly aspires

toward the condition

of music.

so it is swing

that is the supreme fiction,



(given the concreteness

of physical experience per se)

our primary concern

is the quality of our conciousness

(how we feel about it)

and swing, which is movement

and countermovement

which is life itself,

is that elegant resilience

that poetry would reenact,

its verbalization being

aesthetic kinectics!

after all, madam

(or rather first of all),

is not the primordial fucntion

of verbal enchantment

the refinement

of our physical responses?

the objective of poetry

is to be moving, madam,

poetry is the supreme effort

to make words swing.

but, according to vico,

(giambattista, 1668-1744),

before articulation

became naration

there was only exclamatioin


along with pantomime

yes, as jamsejoyce came to know

and kennethburke came to say,

poetry is symbolic action,

and symbolic action,


is the dancing of an attitude,

and dance, madam,

don’t mean a thing

minus that insouciant element

of swing

there’s your supreme fiction, madam,

it ain’t what  you do

it’s the way that you do it.


it must never

be more gymnastic

than elegant

Of Hogs and Men: The Pig As an Investment


     In America the pig has a long association as the poor man’s food. I have never quite taken that idea seriously  as it isn’t the cheapest food, that title I think belongs to chicken or maybe fish(free).  But this particular verse promotes an interesting perspective. Posing the pig  as the ultimate investment for the downtrodden. Unlike banks it doesn’t crash, if it dies you can at least make soap out of the lard. When slaughtered, one can barely contain the bounty, its so great! So screw Chase, they got enough of your money during the bail out and buy an heritage pig! Or hunt a wild boar.

                                            Of Hogs and Men
              (courtesy of Encyclopedia of Black Folklore and Humor)

De Hog am de po’ mans bes’ frien’; not dat I’m ‘quainted wid po’ folks.  I see’em  sometimes gwine along de road, but ef’n I was po’ an’didn’ have but a dolluh, I’d ‘vest it in a pig, sho’. It better’n de bank, cazedat do bus up now an’ den, but it diff’unt wid de hog- he always ‘roun you , an’ in dese unsartin timesit wuth consider’able ter have yo’ ownin’s wha’r you kin retch out yo’ han’ an tetch em’.

  DEn, s’posin’ he die fo’ his time, it ain’t so much loss caze you can kin b’ile ‘im up an’ make sorf soap outen ‘im. He de’ mos’ ekernomical , de mos’ increasin’is’ an’ de’ mos’ yieldin’is’ critter dat goes.  He  ‘stro all de trash  an’ slops weeds roun’ de house ‘doubt botherin’ nobody ter tote ’em  off. He always gettin’ bigger an’ fatter, an’ when he’s kilt , de yieldin’s is so numersome  you sca’cely got de room  ter sto’ em. You kin eat ’em from de yurs down ter de foot, an’ sprang out ter de’ tip uv de tail.

                        We eat ‘im hot, we eat ‘im col;

                        We eat ‘im young, we eat im’ ol;

                       We eat ‘ im tender , we eat ‘im tough;

                        An’ yit  we never got enough.

    De hog live so close to  ter po’ folks he larns a  heap uv deir ways. Ef you  gi ‘im  sup’n he grunt ; ef you gin ‘im nothin’ he grunt; an’ whatsom-ever you do, he grunt an’ complain. Ef’n he got thanks inside dey comes  out in grunts -jest like some people I kin mention.

One of This Site’s Guiding Principles


        “I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been      slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.” – Ralph Ellison

This is among the principle views of this blog.  We have no reason to be ashamed of our history, actually we should proud of the strength it took to endure it and create. We do not need any political constructed identities, nor to embrace the pathological victim hood narrative and while we love African history, we don’t need to link our selves to Kings and Queens whom we may or may not had any relation to for self esteem.

Our people expressed themselves in face overwhelming disdain from the larger culture and their sycophants of our own race, in our ranks. We accomplished great things and will continue so, the Negro has absolutely nothing to feel ashamed of.  We simply have a duty to honor our elders who did indeed make the ultimate sacrifice.

 “be proud of your heritage… we don’t have nothing to be ashamed of….I want to get the language so right that everyone here will cry out. I’m Black , I’m proud of it, I’m Black I’m beautiful” Martin Luther King

Black History Month – Let it Begin.

Charles Ethan Porter, Black Artist early 19th century artist.

I have decided to dedicate this month to learning more about Negro Arts and the Negro in art. How much of this will be reflected in my blog? Who knows, I can be a rather lazy blogger. You know us shiftless folks.

So lets the month started however belatedly and let me say RIP to the brother Tony Martin, a great Garvey biographer and historian, lets say RIP to my foremost influence Martin Delaney who died January 24 in 1885, lets say Happy Birthday to Bishop Henry McNeal who was born fittingly on Feb 1st, 1834. Lets salute all those I forgot to mention too.
But back to the arts. Lets start off the month in a celebratory fashion with the great James Brown‘s, Say It Loud (I’m Black and I’m Proud)