Sunday, April 13, 2008

The Harlem Renaissance: Part 2 of 5


One of the most well-known writers to come out of the Harlem Renaissance was Langston Hughes (1906-1967). His father disapproved of his choice of careers (writing), and suggested that he take up engineering. Hughes enrolled at Columbia University. Although he maintained a B+ average, he dropped out after a short time. In 1923, he took a stewardship aboard a freighter bound for Africa. He soon found himself in Italy. Shortly thereafter, he spent time in Washington, D.C, but by 1926, he returned to Harlem which he loved so much. Whether his time was in D.C. or in Harlem, he spent a great deal of time in cafes and clubs, listening to Jazz and Blues. It was those very places where much of his famed works were conceived, including “Weary Blues” (1926).

Normally, one writes, gets recognized, and then goes on to fame. At some point, one of his/her works becomes renown, usually a later work. Ironically, one of Langston Hughes’ most famous poems ever was his first published poem, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers”. My personal favorite, not just of Hughes, but of all time and of all poems is “I, Too, Sing America”, penned in 1925. Although he was an icon of the Harlem Renaissance period, he continued his writing well into the 60’s, up until his death in 1967. One such writing was “Harlem”, written in 1951. Most of us know the poem by the question posed in its first line “What happens to a dream deferred?” That very line went on to become the muse for Lorraine Hansberry’s play “A Raisin in the Sun”, which became the first Broadway play by an African-American female.

During his rise to fame, while in Harlem, he became friends with and partied with the likes of Zora Neale Hurston, Countee Cullen, and Carl Van Vechten. Two of his closest relationships were with Arna Bontemps and Jean Toomer. It was in 1926 when he met Zora Neale Hurston. After about a year of friendship, he accompanied her throughout the South on her famed quest for folklore. Although the two collaborated on the play “Mule Bone”, they had a falling-out and the play was neither published nor produced until 1991. Carl Van Vechten coaxed Hughes to align himself with Alfred A Knopf Publishing, who published “Weary Blues”. Many would say that there were other writers who were more prominent during the Harlem Renaissance than Langston Hughes, but, this writer would beg to differ. Nevertheless, his name invokes the ideal of “poet supreme”, and conjures up images of life in Harlem like no other. What makes him even more endeared to me is that although the years may be different, we share the same birthday, February 1st. Hughes finally attended Lincoln University, in Pennsylvania in 1929, where he received his bachelor degree.

Langston Hughes died of cancer on May 22, 1967. His home at 20 E. 127th St, in Harlem, was declared a landmark.


This is blackstarr saying “Vive La Renaissance”.

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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Overjoyed to see a piece on a man whose words comforted me during my turbulent teen years, & continue to lift me up when I'm down& inspire me when my own muse fails.
Well done!

Anonymous said...

word! You don't say,he attended Lincoln U.! I had to take a teacher exam there. Wow to walk the very campus grounds he did...amazing. Thanks for the little lesson on the harlem's past.
Peace.

p.s. Nice digs over here. See ya around the blogosphere!

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful tribute, he is such an inspiring man
to so many and an iconic contributor to his roots and community.
I have for some years been drawn to Negro Speaks of Rivers

Let's Play said...

Rain - My favorite of all time is "I, too, sing America". Peace.

Let's Play said...

kpmcl - Glad that I was able to give you cause to reflect. He's my favorite. I could digress for forever.

choc - Glad to impart a bit of knowledge. He graced our state and made us proud. So glad that you like what we've done to the place.

Thanks for stopping, and please don't be a stranger. Peace.