I remember my first time reading something by shange, a poem called People of Watts, inspired by Dana Lixenberg's portrait photography in a '93 issue of Vibe. There was something about it. Not long after I recognized her name in the Me'Shell N'degéOcello song Two Lonely Hearts (on the Subway), off her debut album Plantation Lullabies:
Here comes the train / Please don’t turn and walk away – stay / We could read some Ntozake Shange
In '95 I was in NYC for the first time in my life, hanging out at the Nuyorican Poets Café to catch a little something of the atmosphere surrounding shange and her friends; star-struck and overwhelmed by the opportunity to interview author/activist Lois Griffith about the café, the poetry slam scene and the disenfranchised of the U.S. and Sweden.
In the vintage section of the Strand Bookstore I found most of shange's work and I became obsessed, especially by for colored girls (...) which is a choreopoem for 7 women in 7 different cities of the U.S. It was first performed in a woman's bar outside Berkeley, California in '74, later moved on to Broadway, winning an Obie Award.
Lady in Orange: i'm on the lower east side in new york city and i can't i can't talk witchu no more
20 monologues/poems are intertwined with dance. It's about being an African-American woman in the 20th century, about love, race, gender and violence.
Lady in Orange: i cdnt stand it i cdnt stand bein sorry & colored at the same time it's so redundant in the modern world
Years have passed and I've kept coming back to for colored girls (...) Evidently I had to pay tribute in my radio play on hip-hop and betweenship:
Nanna: Svartvit. (Paus) Att slå upp ögonen varje morgon och vara ingetdera. Och istället för att fundera på hur långt regnbågen egentligen räcker, göra sig till den här saken, för dem att se på, förundras över.
I didn't realise until now what it was I really saw in Ocean Harbour, South Georgia in February:
Lady in Brown: & this is for colored girls who have considered suicide / but are movin to the ends of their own rainbows