Kortkort sammendrag: Maya Angelou ble født 4.april 1928 i St.Louis, Missouri. Hun er kjent som dikter og forfatter, men før det hadde hun en rekke forskjellige jobber: nattklubbdanser, prostituert, skuespiller – og frilansjournalist i Ghana, for å nevne noen. Mellom 1969 og 2002 utga hun 6 selvbiografier (ta den, Knausgård). Hun var kompis med Malcolm X og Martin Luther King, komponerte filmmusikk, underviste og engasjerte seg i politikk.
Nå må jeg slutte før dette slutter å være kortkort, men hvis du er interessert kan du lese mer selv, for eksempel her eller her.
Eller du kan lese denne artikkelen: How Maya Angelou influenced hip hop. Selv mente hun at musikksjangeren var en finfin inngangsport til poesien for unge. Og hvis du liker diktet i bloggposten her, kan du selvfølgelig lese flere.
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Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
(Maya Angelou)
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