Thursday, April 20, 2006

Creative Tribute To Tha Artvist
Copyright 2005 by Lady Devon Hill

Sister Nineties Literary Group (S~NLG) is a literary and arts outreach organization started by the multitalented and incomparable Mrs.Debra Morrowloving a.k.a. Mama D...The organization is headquartered in St. Louis, Missouri U.S.A. but has chapters throughout the U.S.A. and membership throughout the world...The talents of the members are showcased through several publications each year...To learn more about this beautiful organization please e-mail Mrs. Morrowloving at and send letter(s) of correspondence to the following address:
P.O. BOX 4506
St.Louis,MO 63108

These poems by Mama Collette and Mama D. Morrowloving and picture by Lady Devon Hill can be found in the 2005 Kwanzaa Edition of Sister Nineties Literary Journal titled "Cultivating Family"

sonku R2C2H2
by Mama Collette

Poltical hats
run to see two herds
blues fuse connects trane
music directs paint
powerful canvas


by D. Morrowloving

blends jazz history
with contemporary
events and theory
denudes lies
at every gallery

innovative learner
strokes his pens in
images red, Black
green, blues telling
honest thoughts
what to remember
demanding we
do not forget
an artivist

blends jazz history
with contemporary
events and theory
dispels myths
at every gallery

understanding dual soul
of Bert Williams
like nobody
except maybe DuBois

paints sunshine bright
beneath blood red strokes
and the hanging eyeball
so we retain
what the hate looks like
that killed Emmett Till

crowns of kings
birds, spread-winged
symbolize things
of culture, value
me, you
from Sankofa

to Charlie Parker
the artivist

blends jazz history
with contemporary
events and theory
exposing lies
at every gallery

decoded place
in Sun Ra space
that seemed to radiate
from an ancestral face
like a muse of fate

throughout Southeast
with Langston's detrmination
signing books
arting salons
from Memphis to Paris
by way of Cali to DC
scratching out lies
speaking truths
that fall on hungry ears
the artivist

always ready
to keep our youth steady
from a foundation
of ancestor veneration
providing explanation
of Louie's pained grin
and the shape were in


blends jazz history
with contemporary
events and theory
repairs half truths
at every gallery

we salute the artivist-
topped with a brim-
wrapping us up in
warmth from deep laughter
that follows his "common sense"
approach to biased theories
shares his Afrikan muse
with Sister~Nineties and EliotReview
acclimating students new
to John B. Ervin at Wash U
in Dogtown and at Ted Drewe's
for a real taste of brew
from mindsets askew
in the racially polarized "Lou"

1 comment:

D. L. Hill said...

Sir Ron,
Late as I always am, it was likewise a great pleasure talking with you and your mom on Tuesday evening. Since I'm not working and have plenty of free time (or so it seems...though I probably should be looking for another job or something more productive according to some), I took a little time to browse through some of your written works online. You're doing great things...whether you realize it or not. I would say stop worrying, but in all honesty, as much as I hated the feelings of confusion and discontent, not knowing what to do or where to turn or how to use my has to be experienced. It hurts, is painful to the core at times...endure it...and try not to lose yourself through it all. That's the hardest part--holding on to what is essentially, fundamentally, genuinely you...think of what will make you happy and go after that. When I spoke of how the lives of those "fighters" ended with little wealth, with little help, full of loneliness and how I've been questioning which path to take or what was the problem with those lives...I don't mean to downplay the struggles of those people and what they've left for us...if anything has been left in reality. I also don't mean to glorify the opposite end of the spectrum.

...words or really coherent phrases elude me now, but my thoughts are of death...and the many ways one can look at death. There are those who see no future and choose to kill themselves by living a life of monotony and meaninglessness. There are those who die so that others might live. There are others that I'm sure you'll begin to see as you ponder death...but basically I'm wondering is one life/death more fulfilling than the other. Though I've seen death on numerous occasions, I can't fully answer that because I've not had the opportunity to speak with those who've chosen to sacrifice their lives for the sake of others--here I'm speaking of "fighters" written in history...but I always wonder were they truly happy or fulfilled.

I'm not endorsing corruption, greed, selfishness, assimilation, conformity...or their opposites...

I don't know what caused me to snap into what I'm into now...just as I can't pinpoint what led me down the path I was on previously...but I do know that the more I strove in the previous direction, the less real everything seemed to me...I couldn't feel anything...I had a regard for life in a certain way, but I didn't even really know why life was worth living. Not that I wanted to kill myself or anything, but there was just emptiness...that I thought was something else. It wasn't the blissful emptiness that I wasn't a full type of emptiness, though I once believed it to be.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore...or rather where this is going anymore, but don't lose It. We'll talk more later, but that It, to me, I've found is what makes life worth living.

Strength and Fortitude,
Lady Hill