The Family Reunion by T.S. Eliot

In a world of fugitives
The person taking the opposite direction
Will appear to run away

/Agatha

Murder in the Cathedral by T.S. Eliot

Buoyancies #1

for colored girls who have considered suicide / when the rainbow is enuf by poet/choreographer/director/author/playwright ntozake shange is one of few books I never could have done without.

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



Look inside the book here.

Listen to great gay rappers Deep Dickollective who have done a beautiful tribute to shange and the choreopoem called For Colored Boys here.

On Katarina Frostenson's Lyrical Voices

Today's Svenska Dagbladet Under strecket features a really interesting piece on Katarina Frostenson's drama.

Traum by Katarina Frostenson

Katarina Frostenson is my favourite Swedish poet. She has this great way of being non-romantic and very economical and precise with words, which I really like. I'm never for the ranting bed-of-roses-type of poetry, obviously.

When I was writing on my latest project I came across this play at the library and just by opening it I got the feeling that I shouldn't read it as it had too much to do with my own. Sometimes it's like that; you can't let yourself be disturbed by something that is similar to what you're writing. Especially not when it's been written by your favourite poet. At other times it can be very giving, of course, almost like nurturing, but at that time I was too scared of my own project as it was.

Reading it now, when I'm in the rewriting process of that play and after the brilliant lady at the Radio Theatre suggested that I read some of Katarina Frostenson's plays (oh, irony), I'm glad. It is a dialogue between a wife and her husband, a poetic recap of their whole life together. In a way. They seem to chase each other through the days, accusing the other for being unstoppable or ungraspable. Ranting, but with very compressed sentences, almost as if they'd left out 99 per cent of the words they had told each other over the years.

I wish someone would produce this play for theatre again.