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There are far too few people like him in public life in this country - straightforward moral consciences. We needed him.
True that. RIP. This voice will be missed.
There are far too few people like him in public life in this country - straightforward moral consciences. We needed him.
Oh blimey. I read his autobiography earlier in the year. Christ, you just don't know what's around the corner...
Really, really awful news that he's died. It's always a cliche to say you are shocked and that he looked a picture of health (vegan for one thing), but still. He was a significant poet who was part of the soundtrack of black and left politics since the 1970s. But as you say, beyond the poetry itself was the integrity and that's what really matters.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.
Yeah just heard Rong RadioCraig Charles has done a really nice tribute on BBC6 today and it's been great hearing listeners adding their stories about meeting the man.
Thanks for posting both the poem and the later article- they're both great.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'
I did a search too!