00:25:54.960a Harmelite of the generation following the Renaissance,
00:25:58.780affirms the unique spiritual achievement of black Americans
00:26:01.320is a kind of sensuality, meaning an ability to respect and rejoice in the force of life itself
00:26:07.140and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.
00:26:14.240In this way, the Harlem Renaissance is an articulation of a deepening of black sensuality,
00:26:19.680an orientation towards the world to which we are greatly indebted today.
00:26:25.560Lucille Clifton sings of this sensuality, rejoicing in the force of life,
00:26:29.700being oriented towards the world two of her most quoted poems from the collection she titled
00:26:35.860two-headed woman in honor of her radical forms of listening are called ode to my hips and ode to my
00:26:42.680hair marina again two-headed woman is her first published work to narrate her spirit communication
00:26:49.880it begins however not with the story of clifton's spirit visitations but with a series of oft-quoted
00:26:57.180homages to various aspects of her body homage to my hips and homage to my hair and what the mirror
00:27:03.360said the latter poem ends with the exhortation listen woman you not a no place anonymous girl1.00
00:27:11.240mister with his hands on you he got his hands on some damn body0.98
00:27:16.700body is not a no place it is a some place a location in the here and now0.99
00:27:25.760moving in loops and circuits through time with its own particular spins and energies0.99
00:27:31.120and electricities and loves and hopes and power it's not anonymous you are some damn body and0.99
00:27:39.540the damn has both the ring of how real people talk and also the defiance of the damned the oppressed0.99
00:27:46.700If the powers that steal and own bodies and violate bodies declare that they are holy, then I throw my law in with the other side every damn time.0.99
00:27:57.440With her radical listening, Lucille tells us about the power in her body, power even in the ways it ages and makes vulnerable.
00:28:06.020She wishes for us to know of each other's bodies and what those bodies have known.
00:28:10.360In Wishes for Sons, she writes, I wish them cramps. I wish them a strange town in the last tampon. I wish them no 7-Eleven. I wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. I wish them one week late.
00:28:30.140her poems are portals into each other's bodies other worlds and at the same time they laugh
00:28:41.500past the ways we can fetishize the black woman's body as well as her magic
00:28:45.560and the ways we can use that fetishization to again stop listening to miss out on the
00:28:52.620individuality in a piece called what if black women were free marina exhorts us to resist the
00:28:59.740urge to represent black women as a monolithic group. Indeed, within the category of black,
00:29:05.500they include a complex multitude, from slave-holding Synegambian hostesses to conservative
00:29:11.820Christian politicians, color-conscious Creole landowners to Germans of Asian and Arab descent,0.70
00:29:18.140all within the category of black. When taken together, all these examples form a genealogy0.96
00:29:24.680of the fracturing choices and elusive freedoms that black women have forged for themselves
00:29:29.600since the beginning of the transatlantic slave trade.
00:29:36.020Fracturing and forging, some common roots and pressures but utterly unique.
00:29:41.860People, ripe with all the magic we have in our own roots and bones,
00:29:47.080shadows and cells, carbon mirror breathing with the plant worlds around us,
00:29:51.740crawling with life, breathing through each other long after we're gone
00:29:56.180in the spells we leave of our words and actions.
00:29:59.600some tuned to a radical way of listening by the way they are shaped and the things they have seen
00:30:05.520in their generations. As Aracelus Gourmet writes of Lucille in her foreword to Generations,
00:30:13.060no one writes like Lucille Clifton, and yet, if it were possible to open a voice,
00:30:17.260like a suitcase, to see what it carries inside it, I believe that inside the voices of many of
00:30:23.060our most beloved contemporary writers are the poems of Lucille Clifton. There is the ferocity
00:30:30.260of her clear sight, fiercely freed from shame, and shuttled into truth-telling and experience.
00:30:37.640There is also the constellatory thinking where everything is kin. Note that she doesn't say that
00:30:45.420everyone is kin, but that everything is, and I think Lucille's life gives us a genealogy of
00:30:50.780understanding generations of humans and the things we call things, because I think the Clifton house
00:30:56.600in Baltimore was Clifton kin. Marina writes, the house on Talbot Road was sacred. In the arms of
00:31:04.920its wraparound porch, poet Lucille Clifton lived and loved and danced, along with her husband Fred
00:31:11.120Clifton and their six children, for more than a decade. It was at the dining room of this house
00:31:17.160that Lucille wrote some of her most celebrated collections of poetry.
00:31:22.000It was a place where their people could,
00:31:24.020in the words of Lucille's poem after Kent State,