Skip to comments.Is it time yet to talk honestly about Maya Angelou?
Posted on 05/30/2014 6:55:40 AM PDT by SeekAndFind
Flynn calls her “an author more revered than read,” and that gets to the heart of the Angelou phenomenon. I will give her credit, as Flynn does, for playing a role very well. That role was as a victim who rose beyond her victimhood to become an icon. But an icon of victimhood as badge of honor, cultivating a voice, a manner, a persona that embodied dignity, thereby triggering waves of adulation from those who, out of guilt or hope, devoutly wished her to be a giant, so that all who have been a dealt a bad hand at birth could similarly rise and find dignity. She gave the suckers what they wanted. Flynn has got her number:
The fact that she turned left – hard left, embracing Fidel Castro, a murderous tyrant who has impoverished and enslaved his people – was a good career move.
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Neocommunists are as repugnant as neonazis.
The presstitutes cover up for Commies. Always have.
If she had been white, we never would have heard of her.
Perhaps the worms have finished off Langston Hughes and are ready for another meal.
Is it time yet to talk honestly about Maya Angelou?
She’s dead, Jim.
There was no need to talk about her when she was alive and useless, why start now?
Now she’s met the Highest Being and I imagine that ‘Dr. Angelou’ is going to come up way short.
LOL! My wife and daughter mentioned it to me the other day that she was gone. My comment of “No loss” garnered me an odd look. They don’t quite get that she was pretty much useless as a poet and even more so as a victim. Bye bye margaret.
There never was a good time to talk about her. She was a socialist/fascist and a pimple on the ass of time.
As we all shall.
Truly lousy poet, who loved to hear herself TALK forever holding on vowels with agony for the listener. With a faked up name, a Castro apologist (of course—following the Castro edict in the Cuban revolt—”Black man get your blanco women”- Ok’ing class warfare rape of the few unfortunates who could not get out of the country). Who elevated her victimhood to a prize winning level (Oprah anyone LOL). There are so many more humble true stories, black or white of women surviving and conquering abuse without making a career of it.
Lo and behold we find out she kept and used guns in her house for protection. Of course communists/lefties have always had guns and tried to restrict others from having them— (Carl Rowan, Jay Rockefeller with his illegal full auto M-16 in his DC home, etc.)
I never gave her a thought one way or the other. I did think her poetry was boring but then what do I know about poetry?
She was an actress and not a very good one but she played her part to the final curtain call — and a whole lot of people applauded knowing that the whole thing was an act and her poetry was pathetic.
Affirmative Action. Enough said.
Your post just now is much better poetry than anything I ever read that she wrote.
Why, thank you! Yep, and I may upset some FReepers— I thought of her as a commie Rod Mckuen (doh!)
Pools of liberal slime
With Communist hearts
And Fascist hands
Craft helpful harm to everyone
See anyone can be a "Maya Angelou".....
Unless she had a black son of questionable fatherhood.
Something similar could be said in regard to a certain trumpet player.
She is a sham. A transparent fraud who impersonates an intellectual... though she barely speaks or writes properly (you can do than when you hide behind the wounded, oppressed and exploited ‘salt-of-the-earth’ shtick.
She made a career out of elevating BS personal opinions to the equivalent of logical conclusions.
Uh Huh... had enough of this CRAP
And the leftist's demanded that we all revere her even though she had no talent.
What is The Left going to do now that Pete Seeger, Maya Angelou nee Marguerite Johnson, and Hugo Chavez are dead? Where have all the heroes gone?.........................
Finally somebody speaks up about the fraud that was “Maya Angelou”.
She wasn’t a poet...Now Nipsey Russell, THAT was a poet.
Really quite nicely done!
Let me try my hand :)
The Main Stream stagnates, corrects its course
Politically. Brilliant, intolerant righteousness
Reflects - like a dazzling Deity dancing
On fetid sewage, remnants of the national psyche.
The DC swampland pools the slime of bogus
Poets. Communist hearts, Fascist hands
Unite, crafting helpful harm for all -
From a local radio station:
EMS Worker Suspended For Comments During Angelou 911 Call
A Forsyth County emergency dispatcher has been suspended with pay after comments he made were recorded during a 911 call connected to Maya Angelou’s death. John Ruckh has worked for Forsyth EMS for 24-years and he was not the telecommunicator who took the call. However he can be heard in the background talking about an interview that Oprah Winfrey had done with the BBC last fall. Ruckh said he was simply talking about the interview where Oprah said racism persists because generations of older white people were raised hating blacks, and that some people disrespect the office of the President, simply because President Obama is black. Ruckh says his comments were in no way meant to be racist, and he was simply discussing the interview.
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Fri May 30, 8:17:12 AM EST
The famous poets of our post 60s era, NAMBLA’s gay leftist Allen Ginsberg, and this affirmative action leftist gal, Angelou.
Former Liberal friends liked to e-mail with the tagline:
I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
~ Maya Angelou
They made themselves former friends when they demanded no further contact or friendship following the revelation their friend was supportive of the Second Amendment and the responsible use of firearms by juveniles as in my own childhood. They did not appreciate the 1st Amendment right to oppose their own viewpoints with free speech in response to their own speech. Somehow they failed to understand and heed the part of their quotation which said, “but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his hearts deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings
I know why the caged bird sings!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906, Sympathy
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
Compare and contrast the work of these two black American poets.
Ginsberg, at least, was an enormously great poet.
I believe it was Alexander King who said something to the effect of, “Talent is a strange bird. It’s known to perch in the most unlikely trees.” Ginsberg was one such. Great, great talent. Angelou - mediocre, at best.
You’re probably right. But I’d like some honest discussion about that double-talking phony “intellectual” Cornell West. He’s turned jive talk into postmodern academic bafflegab and that seems to be the extent of his
It takes courage but yeah, it's time to talk the hard truth...
I’d never heard of her until she died. I bet her so-called poems didn’t even rhyme.
I never saw it although Ginsberg was always pushed on us, but I’m one of those who can’t judge poetry anyway, like a man with no taste buds trying to know what you are talking about with preferred foods and flavors, aside from Tennyson, I have never understood why they don’t just write it out.
Rod McKuen is who I thought of too. Young girls swooned at his hackneyed drivel, and this lady seems to have a similar effect for a similar reason.
I’ve heard that quote often. I doubt very seriosuly it originated with Angelou.
Probably more than she did.
I preferred Chuck Berry.
Very fine! Let me try:
You see her name on the Interwebs
Shes dead, they say, and type their sorrow
Lauding her self-enumerated talents and her fake degree.
You hear her mourned on the TV
By sycophants of Democrat persuasion
For them, any occasion of a death of someone black
Is reason to attack their own blond ancestry again.
When will it stop, this oer-the-top fan clubbery
Of cocktail party-worthiness and fake distinction?
When piglets fly. Hold not your inspiration
Lest you suffocate. You hate.
After a lifetime of reading poetry (between the ages of 11 and 17, I read all of Chaucer in both contemporary and middle English, and all of Shakespeare; and between 17 and 30, plenty of other poets, ancient and modern), I tried -- twice -- to read her masterpiece, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, and failed. Both times. Her writing made me feel bored.
Then I started seeing her on television. And her opinions and presentation made me feel disgusted.
Brilliant contrast. Her writing was not just amateurish, but derivative.
Good taste: Tennyson’s “Ulysses” has been the most influential poem in my life. Another beautiful work drawn from the same story is Wallace Steven’s “World as Meditation,” BTW.
I think the reason most people don’t get poetry is because they don’t read it aloud with an ear to the music it contains. Poetry is music - augmented by the meaning of the words, yes, but the meaning alone falls flat. To hear recordings of someone else reading poetry, or hear such things at a poetry reading also falls flat for me: I have to read it aloud to bring it to life.
Get a copy of Robert Fagal’s translation of the Iliad, and read it aloud, and listen to the music as you do so. Or, to come back to Ginsberg, read Howl allowed and get into the rhythm and melody of the sounds. It comes alive. That’s why he’s great, IMO - he understood the music in the poetry.
Her "art" was completely tied into her persona and had no hope of standing on its own. If you found a hidden stash of her poems and told Maya Angelou fans that they were written by a white guy - they would point at the poems and laugh at how trite and mundane they are.
Although, this one is pretty good:
by Maya Angelou
I sing of thee Trayvon
Lamented burnt umber crayon
Shoud of stayed at home
and got your lay-on
But you heard the siren song of wet grass
and headed for Seven Elevon.
Zimmerman the triggerman
Big game hunter lay in wait
White hispanic in a panic
Rubberheaded, held your fate.
By punching him, you tried to reason
You cant of known - was black-boy season
Stand your ground, ground and pound,
Frito Bandito shot you down.