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IN THE ARTS: MY GRANDMOTHER IS WAITING FOR ME TO COME HOME
5 years ago

IN THE ARTS: MY GRANDMOTHER IS WAITING FOR ME TO COME HOME

My Grandmother is waiting for me to come home We live with walnuts and apples in a one-room kitchenette above The Some Day Liquor Gardens.

My Grandmother sits in a …
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IN THE ARTS: GRANDMOTHERS COMEDY ROUTINE
5 years ago

IN THE ARTS: GRANDMOTHERS COMEDY ROUTINE

 

 

Richard Pryor’s grandmother’s Marie Pryor features prominently not only in his journey to stardom, but also his comedic material. Pryor was born to LeRoy “Buck” Pryor and …
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IN THE ARTS: “SWITCHES” COMEDY ROUTINE
5 years ago

IN THE ARTS: “SWITCHES” COMEDY ROUTINE

 

Photo credit: http://www.becomingrichardpryor.com/pryors-peoria/people/marie-pryor

IN THE ARTS: BLUES FOR MISTER CHARLIE
5 years ago

IN THE ARTS: BLUES FOR MISTER CHARLIE

Excerpt from Play:

(Near the end of the song, Mother Henry enters, carrying a tray with milk, sandwiches, and cake.)

Richard: You treating me like royalty, old lady – I …
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IN THE ARTS: The Dungeon Shook-Letter to my Nephew on the One Hundredth Anniversary of Emancipation
5 years ago

IN THE ARTS: The Dungeon Shook-Letter to my Nephew on the One Hundredth Anniversary of Emancipation

 

“Dear James:

I have begun this letter five times and torn it up five times. I keep seeing your face, which is also the face of your father and …
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In the Arts: Lineage
5 years ago

In the Arts: Lineage

My grandmothers were strong. They followed plows and bent to toil. They moved through fields sowing seed. They touched earth and grain grew. They were full of sturdiness and singing. …
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In the Arts: POEM FOR NANA
5 years ago

In the Arts: POEM FOR NANA

Poem for Nana What will we do when there is nobody left to kill?

40,000 gallons of oil gushing into the ocean But I sit on top this mountainside above …
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In the Arts: Adolescence I
5 years ago

In the Arts: Adolescence I

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother’s porch We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered: Linda’s face hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it grew wise as she said: …
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IN THE ARTS: CANE RIVER
5 years ago

IN THE ARTS: CANE RIVER

Excerpt from book:

“My great grandmother Emily died in bed at her Louisiana home at the end of the summer of 1936, with $1300 in cash hidden under her mattress. …
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