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You have all your life to make art, but a month to make rent. Van Ditthavong  (via tobia)

(Source: youmightfindyourself)

Thursday, October 6, 2011 Tuesday, June 7, 2011
vintageblackglamour:

Langston Hughes, September 1966: “Since most Negro writers from Chesnutt to Leroi Jones have found it hard to make a literary living, or to derive from other labor sufficient funds to sustain creative leisure, their individual output has of necessity often been limited in quantity, and sometimes in depth and quality as well - since Negroes seldom have time to loaf and invite their souls. When a man or woman must teach all day in a crowded school, or type in an office, or write news stories, read proofs and help edit a newspaper, creative prose does not always flow brilliantly or freely at night, or during that early morning hour torn from sleep before leaving for work. Yet some people ask, “Why aren’t there more Negro writers?” Or, “Why doesn’t Owen Dodson produce more books?” Or “how come So-and-So takes so long to complete his second novel”? I can tell you why. So-and-So hasn’t got the money. Unlike most promising white writers, he has never sold a single word to motion pictures, television or radio. He has never been asked to write a single well-playing soap commercial. He is not in touch with the peripheral sources of literary income that enable others more fortunate to take a year off and go somewhere and write.” 

Parts bolded by me, as a reminder of the conflict between “working on one’s art” and “living in the world.” Virginia Woolf’s “room of one’s own” idea is great, but what resources are required to attain said room in the first place? What sacrifices must be completed in order to sustain access to that room? Most importantly, how often does one get to retreat there to do creative work? All important questions that remain relevant now.

vintageblackglamour:

Langston Hughes, September 1966: “Since most Negro writers from Chesnutt to Leroi Jones have found it hard to make a literary living, or to derive from other labor sufficient funds to sustain creative leisure, their individual output has of necessity often been limited in quantity, and sometimes in depth and quality as well - since Negroes seldom have time to loaf and invite their souls. When a man or woman must teach all day in a crowded school, or type in an office, or write news stories, read proofs and help edit a newspaper, creative prose does not always flow brilliantly or freely at night, or during that early morning hour torn from sleep before leaving for work. Yet some people ask, “Why aren’t there more Negro writers?” Or, “Why doesn’t Owen Dodson produce more books?” Or “how come So-and-So takes so long to complete his second novel”? I can tell you why. So-and-So hasn’t got the money. Unlike most promising white writers, he has never sold a single word to motion pictures, television or radio. He has never been asked to write a single well-playing soap commercial. He is not in touch with the peripheral sources of literary income that enable others more fortunate to take a year off and go somewhere and write.” 

Parts bolded by me, as a reminder of the conflict between “working on one’s art” and “living in the world.” Virginia Woolf’s “room of one’s own” idea is great, but what resources are required to attain said room in the first place? What sacrifices must be completed in order to sustain access to that room? Most importantly, how often does one get to retreat there to do creative work? All important questions that remain relevant now.

Monday, May 23, 2011
sirrealphoto:

blax·ploi·ta·tionA genre of American film of the 1970s featuring African-American actors in lead roles and often having antiestablishment plots, frequently criticized for stereotypical characterization and glorification of violence.
Gordon Parks described his blaxploitation projects as “a picture people go to see because they want to see the black guy winning.”  Being a late 80’s baby, I always found it quite difficult to understand the Black community’s attraction to blaxploitation films let alone the term.  But growing as a Black artist has allowed me to look back at this once popular art form with a third eye.  As I watch clips, and do a bit of reading on the subject, I try to place myself as a viewer in that era.  Often times when I hear my elders speak on the media of their day, they mention that they were just excited to see ANY Black people on television.  But the characters of blaxploitation films weren’t just another Black face.  They were heros and heroines.  Fighting for justice and in some cases sticking it to “The Man”.  Foxy Brown was “a chick with drive who don’t take no jive” who sometimes used her sex appeal as a way to get closer to her enemies and make them her victims.  Critics may find the nudity unnecessary and tasteless; even pornographic.  But let’s compare it to films/videos we have today that consistently flood our screens with arbitrary and tactless skin that does nothing to contribute to any plot or direction, for ratings and sales.  That, to any artist of pride or integrity, is the real exploitation.  In the past I believe that we allowed the arts and media to get away with certain things, given the circumstances of the times.  But as time moves forward, so should we.This is the first of possibly many installments looking back at when artists with a purpose were actually the most mainstream and not the other way around.
blax·ploi·ta·tion- Dex R. JonesPhoto by Dexter R. Jones © All Rights Reserved

sirrealphoto:

blax·ploi·ta·tion

A genre of American film of the 1970s featuring African-American actors in lead roles and often having antiestablishment plots, frequently criticized for stereotypical characterization and glorification of violence.

Gordon Parks described his blaxploitation projects as “a picture people go to see because they want to see the black guy winning.”  Being a late 80’s baby, I always found it quite difficult to understand the Black community’s attraction to blaxploitation films let alone the term.  But growing as a Black artist has allowed me to look back at this once popular art form with a third eye.  

As I watch clips, and do a bit of reading on the subject, I try to place myself as a viewer in that era.  Often times when I hear my elders speak on the media of their day, they mention that they were just excited to see ANY Black people on television.  But the characters of blaxploitation films weren’t just another Black face.  They were heros and heroines.  Fighting for justice and in some cases sticking it to “The Man”.  

Foxy Brown was “a chick with drive who don’t take no jive” who sometimes used her sex appeal as a way to get closer to her enemies and make them her victims.  Critics may find the nudity unnecessary and tasteless; even pornographic.  But let’s compare it to films/videos we have today that consistently flood our screens with arbitrary and tactless skin that does nothing to contribute to any plot or direction, for ratings and sales.  That, to any artist of pride or integrity, is the real exploitation.  In the past I believe that we allowed the arts and media to get away with certain things, given the circumstances of the times.  But as time moves forward, so should we.

This is the first of possibly many installments looking back at when artists with a purpose were actually the most mainstream and not the other way around.

blax·ploi·ta·tion

- Dex R. Jones

Photo by Dexter R. Jones 
© All Rights Reserved