Abdoulaye Konaté b. 1953, Mali Dance of Kayes from La Danse series 2008 Textile, each: approx. 246.4 x 170.2 cm (97 x 67 in.). Collection of Saro León
My poem was in response to Malian textile artist, Abdoulaye Konate’s 2008 Dance of Kayes from La Danse series, as seen above. Read the poem here.
I choose Konate’s work not only because he is Malian, but because his exhibition at the Institut Francais of Mali , was the one of the only art of a Malian artist I had seen other than Malick Sidibe, Seydou Keita, Alioune Bâ and a few others – all photographers. Painter, Amadou Sanogo, was the other Malian artist’s work that I had seen, aside of the famous Malian photographers.
I also chose Konate’s piece because of the cool colors he chose to represent Kayes are not what I expected given that the Kayes region is one of the hottest places on the planet, so the contrast was quite striking.
I am excited to be a part of The Divine Poetour, it looks like it will be similar to a project that I did afew years back as a collaboration between The American Poetry Museum and The Phillips Collection.
Being 4500 miles away from your family really makes you appreciate them so much more. Even though this is Mother’s Day, I also want to take a moment to big up my Father as well, while wishing my Mom a Happy Mother’s Day.
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I was probably just a twinkle in my Mom’s eye in 1973, when my Dad recorded this song with The Intruders, there is apart of me that wonders what was going through his head when he was recording this song. Perhaps it was just one of the many recording gigs for Philadelphia International Records, or maybe he was just in whatever mental state it takes to be a part of creating timeless art…Perhaps I will ask him when I see him this summer on our visit to the States.
What I am certain of however is what this song means to me at this moment in my life as a new parent and African American man. In a way the song is an artifact of my own past that I am re-discovering and it is also acts as a timeless double tribute to both my parents, who have done so much for me. I am honored and privileged to have parents that lived lives that I can be so proud of.
So here’s to you Mom (and Dad)…Happy Mother’s Day to you, from The Joiners of Bamako (Freddie, Melanie, & Naomi)
This is us at the art opening of a show I co-curated entitled “friendship: an exhibition: The Art of Amadou Sanogo and Ibrahim Konate.”
Naomi and Daddy in front on my piece for Ceremonies of Dark Men
Here we are me and Naomi, standing in front of the now removed collaborative piece for CoDM featuring Don Camp’s images an and excerpt from my poem Seven Ways of Looking at Black Flowers.
I was told that piece would be relocated to Union Market, so any of you DC folks happen to be in the area let me know if you see it in the area.
Early this morning (Nov. 4th), the Ceremonies of Dark Men, posted an brief explanation as; to why the piece the Camp/Joiner collaboration was removed, it said the following
“A member of JBG Companies, a real estate development firm, had enough clout to render the agreement between them and the DC Commission null and void and had the piece by Camp and Joiner removed. Evidently, they took issue with Joiner’s poem.”
In addition to the the above explanation, CoDM posted a beautifully done video montage of the a gentleman named Frank X reciting my poem in its entirety, mixed with images by Don Camp. Although it would have nice to have read the poem myself, I am pleased with the outcome. Thanks to A.M. Weaver , Kelli Anderson, Frank X anyone else involved in making that happen!
The reality of this piece being removed and why it was removed may speak to larger issues around public art, who owns it and who gets to say whether it stays public or not.
That said, I would like to give a super shout out to developers who do not censor artists and who seek to understand art without projecting their own rigid and perhaps even racist views onto a piece of art.
Shout out Arch Development Corporation in Anacostia, in the many years that I have worked with them, I have never felt censored or creatively stifled in anyway. They have always allowed me or the artists that I have worked with the liberty to say what they want or need to say; so I am thankful for Arch Development for all that they have done and continue to do for art, artists, Anacostia and for DC overall.
Shout to Bozzuto, although I am new tenant in the Monroe Street Market and I have not been “working” with Bozzuto a long time, it appears that they open to trusting their partners (Cultural DC) to select quality artists to occupy their spaces and then letting the artists doing what they do best, create. That said I hope that I am not speaking prematurely, because if “a member of JBG Companies” had enough clout to lean on the DC Commission, perhaps he/she will have the same kind of influence on their fellow developer. Who knows, I guess we will find out…
I do hope that the billboard will be remounted somewhere else in the city, I am putting my bid in for Brookland or in Anacostia, since those are communities that I am connected to through The Center for Poetic Thought and through my long standing work with Arch Development
Stay Tuned
Update 8:32AM (UTC) Nov.5th 2014
The quoted paragraph above
“A member of JBG Companies, a real estate development firm, had enough clout to render the agreement between them and the DC Commission null and void and had the piece by Camp and Joiner removed. Evidently, they took issue with Joiner’s poem.”
has been removed from the statement made by CoDM on early in the morning on Nov 4th. I am curious as to why…
CoDM 5×5 Featured Location: Location: NoMA – 51 N. Street, NE Collaborators: Artist Don Camp & Poet Fred Joiner http://www.the5x5project.com/a-m-weaver/don-camp/
Well, not quite, but maybe censored is more like it.
I am/was honored to be chosen by curator A.M. Weaver to be a part her 5 X 5 Project , Ceremonies of Dark Men (CoDM), for the DC Comission of Art and Humanities especially with such an amazing group of visual artists (Donald E. Camp, Larry Cook, Isaac Diggs, Stan Squirewell and Michael Platt) and poets (Major Jackson, Kenneth Carroll, E. Ethelbert Miller and Afaa Michael Weaver).
I still have not gotten all the details, but A.M. told me shortly after my our piece (Don Camp and myself) went up the company that owns and/or manages the building were very displeased by the excerpt of my poem, so much so that they wanted them remove immediately. Here is the excerpt:
excerpt of Seven Ways of Looking at Black Flowers By Fred Joiner
A.M. warned me that they were threatening to take it down that weekend before the official opening of 5 X 5, but fortunately that did not happen. However they were not sure how long it would be allowed to remain up.
So a few days ago, while cruising Art Whino’s Instagram feed I noticed the our piece was taken down, because Artwhino’s new mural project was in progress. I asked the moderator of the Instagram handle what the deal was and he said that they were planning this for over a year, which makes me beg the question, Why would they put our piece in the first place if it was supposed to be up until Dec, if they had already promised the space to someone else…Sounds kind of fishy to me, but at least they will have some other nice art up and a ready made “scheduling mistake” rather than censoring a piece of art they did not care for.
Anyway, since they (JBG) did not bother to read, understand or reach out to me to to get clarity on the ENTIRE poem, I have posted it below.
I was told that A.M. and the CDoM project may post an official an update about what happened with the piece this week, so I am anxiously awaiting more details. For now all I have to go on is their decision to remove our piece because they thought it was divisive and would incite (or perhaps offend) viewers. The irony of that is on the day Melanie, Naomi and I went to go check out the billboard we came across at least 3 or 4 people who loved the billboard and did not think it was racist, divisive or inciting at all…go figure.
Anyway, I will post more details when they are available, in the meantime go check out Art Whino’s project and the ghost of mine at 51 N St NE (right near the NY Ave Metro and the ATF).
GENE DAVIS (1920–1985) Black Flowers, 1952
Seven Ways of Looking at Black Flowers By Fred Joiner
XIII
What is more beautiful than black flowers,
Or the Blackmen in fields
Gathering them?
– Raymond Patterson, Twenty-Six Ways of Looking at a Blackman
I
In what mellow tone
Do black flowers
Sing their blues?
II
Black flowers like black
Hands – colored: reaching toward
A mystery. Up South.
III
Black flowers, the gift
Of open palms
Facing North, but
Rooted South
IV
A man and a woman
Are one
A man and a woman and black flowers
Are dust
V
Against a sky white
Like a fists full of Sea
Island cotton the sky raining
Blood on black flowers
VI
In our world/ The tongue speaks
Only a binary song, always a black
Flowering problem, against a white
Canvas —blood in between
VII
The sound possibilities of black flowers
Were choices made by the hands, breath
And brass of a gifted man
Looking inward, blood on his lips
after
Gene Davis’s painting Black Flowers, Raymond Patterson’s poem,
Twenty-Six Ways of Looking
at a Blackman, and Wallace Stevens’s poem ,
Thirteen Ways of looking
at a Blackbird
I wish I could remember this man’s name, i think his family name was Diop…The sand painting he is holding was done in probably 5 minutes. I probably should have taken a video, but I am quite self conscious about being exploitative or making the art and the artist feel like an object in my lens.
I have seen sand paintings before as finished products, but have never seen the process or materials that make the final product.
Below are a few photos of a quick “sketch” that Diop did to showcase the wide variety of sand that is used to give color and texture to these sand paintings. Every color that you see on the wood is a sand that occurs naturally in terrain of Senegal, from grey-blue to the volcanic black…
It took Diop longer to explain where all the colors and textures came from than it took him to actually lay down this sketch, which he actually considers a throwaway…beautiful stuff.
I think these doors speak
for themselves portals
to absolute otherwheres
on the flip side of the Black
Atlantic, where the long reign
of the upside down still reigns
& those dishonored in darkness’
name are still looking for the light
of anything to explain the stillness
These are a few images from our day trip Ile de Goree, while we were in Dakar. I have mixed feelings about what I saw there. In some way I have glad that UNESCO has designated the island as a World Heritage site, but I am somewhat dismayed about how touristy and commercial the island is. I do understand that the this helps the local economy and does improve the lives of the people who live and work on the island, but I am still troubled by the fact that Ile De Goree is also a cemetery and resting place for those captured and enslaved there.
I have a lot more to say about what I observed, felt and learned, but let’s start here…
This is art inspired by “Le Force Noire” or “le Tirailleurs ” who were instrumental troops in aiding the French in their military initiatives in the early to mid 20th century. There was a group of these soldiers called the “SenegaleseTirailleurs”, who were particularly lauded for their, bravery, intellect and skill as soldiers…Wikipedia has a long, yet incomplete (and perhaps even biased) entry on the the Senegalese Tirailleurs , check it out for a primer, but I will post some more info about these soldiers that were instrumental in saving France more losses.
Obviously my favorites are the ones that use poetry or other stylized text to compliment the power of the image…
This is the long road from to and from Kpalime. On our way back to Lome we got a flat on this long and pulled over on the side of the road.
While we were waiting for Mohammed, on the right above, to go get more air in the spare tire….Bruno, the guy seated in the middle above, decided to take a look around. He sees a path off the road into the woods so he ducks be the brush and finds….
Eric my long lost cousin
this guy Eric, weaving baskets for sale at the market. Bruno calls us all over to come and look, plus it was much cooler under the shade around Eric’s house.
When I walked in and got a look at what Eric was doing I almost cried. The basket he was making was exactly the same basket that my Gullah/Low Country South Carolinian elders and ancestors make. He smiled with pride and told me that perhaps some of my ancestors are from Togo, I smiled and said back to him “Peut Etre” (Perhaps).
Eric was such a quiet, humble soul…I was honored to meet him and tried to explain to him how much of a blessing it was to run into him on the side of the road that. Seeing him do the same thing the same way my elders and ancestors do and have done was such a confirmation for me.
Some people need or want DNA to tell them where they are from, and while I find that interesting and enticing, I think I would much rather follow the culture and find kinship that way.
me and cousin Eric
Dap with Cousin Eric
Dap with Cousin Eric
If we had not gotten a flat tire, i would have never met Eric. Although it was hot and inconvenient, it was a blessing, one I will never forget and a got a chance to me a potential long lost cousin.
