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I'm Petee's spirit animal
Thats sad to hear - really young too.
I thought he was younger than that.Very sad news, 65 is no age at all
sad to hear this.
He was offered an OBE in 2003. In 2001, he had written this poem. Understandably, he wrote back questioning how familiar they were with his work.Don't know that much about it him, but always cane across as being clued up and politically sound.
I vaguely recall he once turned down the offer of some sort of official honour - maybe others remember more.
Me? I thought, OBE me? Up yours, I thought. I get angry when I hear that word "empire"; it reminds me of slavery, it reminds of thousands of years of brutality, it reminds me of how my foremothers were raped and my forefathers brutalised. It is because of this concept of empire that my British education led me to believe that the history of black people started with slavery and that we were born slaves, and should therefore be grateful that we were given freedom by our caring white masters. It is because of this idea of empire that black people like myself don't even know our true names or our true historical culture. I am not one of those who are obsessed with their roots, and I'm certainly not suffering from a crisis of identity; my obsession is about the future and the political rights of all people. Benjamin Zephaniah OBE - no way Mr Blair, no way Mrs Queen. I am profoundly anti-empire.
Meh, that's well crap. A much-loved man for those who were counter-culture in many ways. I saw him perform a couople of times, most recently with this 'Revolutionary Minds'.
Always loved this track.
RIEP, thanks for the sounds and the words.
There are far too few people like him in public life in this country - straightforward moral consciences. We needed him.He was a man of integrity. He was emotionally courageous and honest. That’s what we all want from others, and what we should aspire to for ourselves.
Very sad
I saw him perform at a poetry conference I went to for school when I was around 15. He really made an impression on me, he was absolutely inspirational and I thought he made all of the other poets seem really stuffy and pretentious in comparison. He breathed and lived his words with such passion and emotion.
Gone too early.
Yeah, I can think of one or two others who are similarly dedicated and effective. Michael Rosen, who thankfully is still with us after his covid scare, is another.He was so dedicated to bringing poetry to children. He knew the importance and the power of the written word, the rhythm, the beat,
and the way it allows us to understand what’s inside another person. Kids who otherwise felt utterly isolated within their inner world would hear or read BZ and realise it didn't need to be so. That’s like giving someone the keys to their prison door.
He was offered an OBE in 2003. In 2001, he had written this poem. Understandably, he wrote back questioning how familiar they were with his work.
Bought and Sold
Smart big awards and prize money
Is killing off black poetry
It's not censors or dictators that are cutting up our art.
The lure of meeting royalty
And touching high society
Is damping creativity and eating at our heart.
The ancestors would turn in graves
Those poor black folk that once were slaves would wonder
How our souls were sold
And check our strategies,
The empire strikes back and waves
Tamed warriors bow on parades
When they have done what they've been told
They get their OBEs.
Don't take my word, go check the verse
Cause every laureate gets worse
A family that you cannot fault as muse will mess your mind,
And yeah, you may fatten your purse
And surely they will check you first when subjects need to be amused
With paid for prose and rhymes.
Take your prize, now write more,
Faster,
Fuck the truth
Now you're an actor do not fault your benefactor
Write, publish and review,
You look like a dreadlocks Rasta,
You look like a ghetto blaster,
But you can't diss your paymaster
And bite the hand that feeds you.
What happened to the verse of fire
Cursing cool the empire
What happened to the soul rebel that Marley had in mind,
This bloodstained, stolen empire rewards you and you conspire,
(Yes Marley said that time will tell)
Now look they've gone and joined.
We keep getting this beating
It's bad history repeating
It reminds me of those capitalists that say
'Look you have a choice,'
It's sick and self-defeating if our dispossessed keep weeping
And we give these awards meaning
But we end up with no voice.
ETA:
He wrote this in a Guardian article about it. He really was a fantastic writer.
Benjamin Zephaniah: 'I thought, OBE me? Up yours, I thought'
Yeah, I can think of one or two others who are similarly dedicated and effective. Michael Rosen, who thankfully is still with us after his covid scare, is another.