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Houston A. Baker Jr. From Blues, Ideology, and Afro-American Literature: A Vernacular Theory. keywords. determinate negation ( from Hegel) matrix vernacular blues. translation. experience + form = artistic expression. invention.
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Houston A. Baker Jr. From Blues, Ideology, and Afro-American Literature: A Vernacular Theory
keywords • determinate negation (from Hegel) • matrix • vernacular • blues translation experience + form = artistic expression invention
From Symbol to Ideology / Ideology, Semiotics, and the Material • from high art to vernacular expression • ideology of form (from Fredric Jameson) • interrelationships of material(s)
The Matrix as Blues / Defining Blues • matrix & blues • the “X” & a space “X”(ed)
Blues as Code and Force • blues signification • law of Force(from Hegel) • difference as a universal difference
Blues Translation at the Junction • translation/translators • instrumental energy • onomatopoeia as syntagmatic complement
Antinomies and Blues Mediation / The Investigator, Relativity, and Blues Effect • creativity & commerce • normative relativity
Blues and Vernacular Expression in America • expressive geographies refiguration
To the Days Adrienne Rich
From you I want more than I’ve ever asked, all of it—the newscast’s terrible stories of life in my time, the knowing it’s worse than that, much worse—the knowing what it means to be lied to. Fog in the mornings, hunger for clarity, coffee and bread with sour plum jam. Numbness of soul in placid neighborhoods. Lives ticking on as if.
A typewriter’s torrent, suddenly still. Blue soaking through fog, two dragonflies wheeling. Acceptable levels of cruelty, steadily rising. Whatever you bring in your hands, I need to see it. Suddenly I understand the verb without tenses. To smell another woman’s hair, to taste her skin. To know the bodies drifting underwater. To be human, said Rosa—I can’t teach you that.
A cat drinks from a bowl of marigolds—his moment. Surely the love of life is never-ending, the failure of nerve, a charred fuse? I want more from you than I ever knew to ask. Wild pink lilies erupting, tasseled stalks of corn in the Mexican gardens, corn and roses. Shortening days, strawberry fields in ferment with tossed-aside, bruised fruit.
The world is so beautiful even with all its horrors. —Rosa Luxemburg