George Preston
(Photo by Petra Richterova)
For Baba Lopez Santos Santos
Ode to the Venezuelan Basball Players
Whose Names
I silently spelled, hearing the first
time as a child
exotic syllables of A-pa-ri-ci-o and
Carr-as-quel
called Chico whom I think was the
first one
and that Habanero Minoso
with the name of Orestes an ancient
Greek
Hero. Something ...
about the colonized colonizing the
colonizer
already gelling inchoate sensibilities,
my head
day dreaming a Myronian flex as I
tossed the sphere
into the air and pounded my glove.
Years later
when I read Salmon Rushdie’s
“Shame”
turning Anglo phrases even Colonel
Blimp would fail to flail
into something as famously
infamous
as “Oh yes the League of Nations must
insist
on Peace except of course in case of
War....”
or reading Naipaul bend the River
Zaire
into an aqueous Gordian Knot
pouring it
into the mouth of the Avon and Willy
The Shake
wakes up from one of his naps,
takes a long draught of Negro Modelo
and says,
"yo bro there are more
in Hell and Earth than are
dreamt
in our philosophy....” So, take
that!
Something about the colonized
colonizing the colonizer--
400 years after the finding of the
New World
Odysseus swaggers off the prow
of Derrick Walcott’s thumb
and ‘spikes’ Reginald Martinez
Jackson’s bat
with the aplomb of an anchor heaved
between the Straits of Boricua and
Quisqueya.
Something about when Kwame Nkrumah
answered---
Botha who said “ I know of no African
who spoke Latin
---in a letter written in
Orphic black hand,
and all this coming to me now
nearly
at age 70 because I heard that late
this afternoon
in the bottom of the 10th, 2 down,
2 strikes and no balls and Jeter on
2nd
Bobby Abreu lifts a 98 MPH-er
sinking with ‘late life’ treachery
in the lower Hades of the strike
zone, the sphere
arcing and falling as a meteor
exploding
against the wall in ‘death valley’
precisely between
the 385 and 403 foot sign
boards
to break up that game and 40K
fanaticos
went home happy and would’ve anyway
even if we lost but we didn’t because
when my car broke down on Accra -Cape
Coast Road
in the shadows of Fort Anomabo
where 400 years ago I was bound
for Montserrat, Barbados, Jamaica and
beyond
and the Fante mechanic said to
his tools,
“No fear! I go fixum!
White man, car he go makum,
Africa man he go fix um pass all.”
George Preston’s poems have appeared in journals such as Beat Coast East, Black
Renaissance Noire, and Dialectical Anthropology. His "Oda
a Nelson Mandela" was solicited as the keynote poem at the opening of the
Festival Mandela in Santo Domingo 2010. His career in art history and criticism
includes installation of the African Hall of the Brooklyn Museum in1968;
Curator of the America 500 exhibition for the government of Argentina in 1992,
in which he replaced the usual critical catalog essay with Belle Lettre style
poems for each work of art. He is a recipient of the prestigious Editor’s
Choice Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry. His career in poetry
started with his founding of The Artist’s Studio. In the book Kerouac and
Friends, the photo journalist Fred W. Mc Darrah wrote the following: "George
Nelson Preston had a storefront ― Artist’s Studio at 48 East 3rd Street where
he orchestrated the most important poetry readings ever held in New York. One
historic program on Sunday February 15, 1959, included Kerouac, Ginsberg,
Corso, Orlovsky, LeRoi Jones, Garcia Villa, [and] Ted Joans."
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