The clean-up of cupboards and boxes I found size 36 tops and smiled. At size 42 these look like doll…
It is intriguing – the choice of the ghazal – when its written by a woman, traditionally ghazals were a male bastion but to read a ghazal like this written with so much gusto its (for the lack of a more lusty adjective) delicious…
In a beautiful convergence of hip-hop and poetry, teacher, poet, and overall “word woman” extraordinaire, Patricia Smith, has shed light on her “Hip-Hop Ghazal” on Rap Genius. What’s a ghazal, you ask? Read the annotations to find out!
Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,
decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.
Smith moves masterfully through the musical couplets, cheekily evoking the joy and pride of “brown girls” swinging their “blue hips” while the jukebox plays. In keeping with ghazal tradition, she even makes playful reference to herself:
Crying ’bout getting old—Patricia, you need to get up off
what God gave you. Say a prayer and start slinging. Cue hips.
Smith is the author of numerous books including Shoulda Been Jimi Savannah (Coffee House Press, 2012); Blood Dazzler (2008); Teahouse of the Almighty (2006), a 2005 National Poetry Series selection; and Big…
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