Michael S. Harper

“When you’re in the act of writing…

the whole weight of one’s life and training comes to pass then.

So that was what I was trying to do.”

Photo: C.B. Claiborne, 1994

At the time of the 1994 conference, Michael S. Harper was serving as the first poet laureate of Rhode Island and had already published an impressive eight volumes of poetry, including the debut volume, Dear John, Dear Coltrane (1970), which was nominated for a National Book Award. Harper has served as editor of acclaimed works such as Chant of Saints: A Gathering of Afro-American Literature, Art, and Scholarship (1979), Every Shut Eye Ain’t Asleep: An Anthology of Poetry by African Americans Since 1945 (1994) and The Vintage Book of African American Poetry(2000). After the 1994 conference, Harper published books including Songlines in Michaeltree: New and Collected Poems (2000), Debridement (2001), and Use Trouble(2003). Harper was a poet-in-residence at Lewis & Clark College, and worked at institutions such as Reed College, California State College, and Brown University, the latter of which he taught at for some 40 years. He has been honored by a National Institute for the Arts and Letters Award, a National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), a Guggenheim Fellowship, and the Robert Hayden Memorial Poetry Award, among other distinctions. In 2005, Harper served as a judge for the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and in 2008, he won a Frost Medal for Lifetime Achievement from the Poetry Society of America. Michael S. Harper died in 2016.

Featured Poems

Last Affair—Bessie’s Blues Song

“For Bud”

Interviews, Talks, and Readings

/ Michael S. Harper reads “Last Affair: Bessie’s Blues Song”

Last Affair: Bessie’s Blues Song

Disarticulated

arm torn out,

large veins cross

her shoulder intact,

her tourniquet

her blood in all-white big bands:

 

Can’t you see

what love and heartache’s done to me

I’m not the same as I used to be

this is my last affair

 

Mail truck or parked car

in the fast lane,

afloat at forty-three

on a Mississippi road,

Two-hundred-pound muscle on her ham bone,

‘nother n***** dead ‘fore noon:

 

Can’t you see

what love and heartache’s done to me

I’m not the same as I used to be

this is my last affair

 

Fifty-dollar record

cut the vein in her neck,

fool about her money

toll her black train wreck,

white press missed her fun’ral

in the same stacked deck:

 

Can’t you see

what love and heartache’s done to me

I’m not the same as I used to be

this is my last affair

 

Loved a little blackbird

heard she could sing,

Martha in her vineyard

pestle in her spring,

Bessie had a bad mouth

made my chimes ring:

 

Can’t you see

what love and heartache’s done to me

I’m not the same as I used to be

this is my last affair

/ Michael S. Harper reads “For Bud”

For Bud

Could it be, Bud

that in slow galvanized

fingers beauty seeped

into bop like Bird

weed and Diz clowned—

Sugar waltzing

back into dynamite,

sweetest left hook you

ever dug, baby;

could it violate violence

Bud, like Leadbelly’s

chaingang chuckle,

the candied yarn

twelve string clutch

of all the blues:

There’s no rain

anywhere, soft

enough for you.

Related Links

Interactive Program Day I

Last Affair: Bessie’s Blues Song” Lesson Plan

Language, Music, and the Vernacular in African American Poetry

Timeline: History, Witness, and the Struggle for Freedom in African American Poetry