Alice Walker

Alice Walker

b. 1944 US US

Alice Walker is a celebrated American novelist, poet, and activist. Her work often explores themes of race, gender, and identity, particularly within the African American experience. She is widely recognized for her powerful storytelling and her commitment to social justice, drawing inspiration from her own life and the struggles of her community. Her writings are characterized by a deep empathy and a sharp, incisive social commentary.

n. 1944-02-09, Eatonton

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When You Thought Me Poor

When You Thought Me Poor

When you thought me poor,
my poverty was shaming.
When blackness was unwelcome
we found it best
that I stay home.


When by the miracle
of fierce dreaming and hard work
Life fulfilled our every want
you found me crassly
well off;
not trimly,
inconspicuously wealthy
like your rich friends.


Still black too,
now
I owned too much and too many
of everything.


Woe is me: I became a
success! Blackness, who
knows how?
Became suddenly
in!


What to do?
Now that Fate appears
(for the moment anyhow)
to have dismissed
abject failure
in any case?
Now that moonlight and night
have blessed me.


Now that the sun
unaffected by criticism
of any sort,
implacably beams
the kiss filled magic that creates
the dark and radiant wonder
of my face.
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Bio

Identification and basic context

Alice Walker is an American novelist, poet, essayist, and activist. She is best known for her novel "The Color Purple." Her work frequently delves into themes of race, gender, identity, and the African American experience. She is a significant voice in contemporary American literature, engaging with issues of social justice and cultural heritage.

Childhood and education

Walker grew up in a sharecropping family in Eatonton, Georgia. Her childhood was marked by the realities of racial segregation and poverty in the American South. She was an avid reader from a young age and demonstrated early literary talent. She attended Spelman College on a scholarship and later transferred to Sarah Lawrence College, where she studied creative writing.

Literary trajectory

Walker began her literary career as a poet and essayist before achieving widespread acclaim for her novels. Her early works often explored themes of Black identity and the Civil Rights Movement. "The Third Life of Grange Copeland" (1970) was one of her first major novels. Her breakthrough came with "The Color Purple" (1982), which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and was adapted into a highly successful film.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Major works include "The Third Life of Grange Copeland" (1970), "Meridian" (1976), "The Color Purple" (1982), and "Possessing the Secret of Joy" (1992). Her themes often revolve around the oppression and resilience of Black women, the legacy of slavery, and the search for self-acceptance and spiritual healing. Walker's style is characterized by vivid imagery, lyrical prose, and a powerful emotional resonance. She often employs epistolary forms or multiple perspectives to explore complex characters and their relationships. Her poetry is known for its directness and its engagement with social and political issues.

Cultural and historical context

Walker's work is deeply embedded in the context of the Civil Rights Movement and the ongoing struggle for racial equality in the United States. She was influenced by figures like Martin Luther King Jr. and Fannie Lou Hamer. Her writing reflects the social and political upheavals of the mid-to-late 20th century, engaging with issues of feminism, Black nationalism, and postcolonial thought.

Personal life

Walker has been married and divorced, and has a daughter. She has been a vocal activist for various causes, including civil rights, women's rights, and animal rights. Her personal experiences, including a childhood injury that temporarily blinded one eye, have informed her perspective and her writing.

Recognition and reception

Alice Walker is the recipient of numerous awards, most notably the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and the National Book Award for "The Color Purple." Her work has been widely translated and has achieved both popular and critical success, though it has also faced controversy and debate.

Influences and legacy

She has been influenced by writers such as Zora Neale Hurston, Langston Hughes, and Richard Wright. Walker's own work has significantly influenced subsequent generations of writers exploring themes of race, gender, and social justice. She is credited with bringing greater attention to the experiences of Black women in literature and popular culture.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Her work is often analyzed through the lenses of feminist theory, postcolonial studies, and critical race theory. "The Color Purple," in particular, has been the subject of extensive critical debate regarding its portrayal of Black male-female relationships and its spiritual dimensions.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Walker is also a practicing Buddhist and has expressed interest in environmentalism and peace activism. She has explored various spiritual paths throughout her life, which often inform the characters and themes in her writing.

Death and memory

As of her current status, Alice Walker is alive and continues to be an active writer and public figure.

Poems

14

When You Thought Me Poor

When You Thought Me Poor

When you thought me poor,
my poverty was shaming.
When blackness was unwelcome
we found it best
that I stay home.


When by the miracle
of fierce dreaming and hard work
Life fulfilled our every want
you found me crassly
well off;
not trimly,
inconspicuously wealthy
like your rich friends.


Still black too,
now
I owned too much and too many
of everything.


Woe is me: I became a
success! Blackness, who
knows how?
Became suddenly
in!


What to do?
Now that Fate appears
(for the moment anyhow)
to have dismissed
abject failure
in any case?
Now that moonlight and night
have blessed me.


Now that the sun
unaffected by criticism
of any sort,
implacably beams
the kiss filled magic that creates
the dark and radiant wonder
of my face.
399

Working Class Hero

Working Class Hero

My brothers knew
The things you know.
I did not scorn
learning them;
It’s just my mind
Was busy being trained

For “Other Things”:

Poetry, Philosophy, Literature.
Survival, for a girl.

But now,
What a relief
To see you understand
The ways
Of horses
Their shyness
& hatred
Of
Loneliness:

That you will not
Hesitate
To rescue
An old horse,
Dying on

His feet
&
That you will
Cheerfully
Wash him,
Aged
&
Incontinent
Head
To
Toe. Missing
With your bucket
&
Rag
Not
One
Hidden
Crevice
As he
Trembles
& weeps.

What peace
To see


Raising chickens
Does not
Mystify you
and
Hot water heaters
& their ways
Are well known;
That electricity
& how it
Works
Is something
Within
Your grasp.

That you can
Get a car
To run
By poking
It in
A few mysterious
Places
Under
The hood.

That you can
Fix a
Broken
Anything: battery, truck, stove,
Door, fridge, lamp, chicken coop hinge
While teaching me
The ins and outs
Of Opera
Or
While singing
Lusty
Italian
Tenor
That
Shakes
The walls.

That you can
Sit, comfy,
Unperturbed
By traffic
In the womb-like
Back seat
Of my
Aging
Chariot
While I drive
& you


Ride
The silver
Black
& Golden
Horses
Of
Your
Trumpet.
265

Turning Madness Into Flowers #1

Turning Madness Into Flowers #1

If my sorrow were deeper
I'd be, along with you, under
the ocean's floor;
but today I learn that the oil
that pools beneath the ocean floor
is essence
residue
remains
of all our
relations
all
our ancestors who have died and turned to oil
without our witness
eons ago.
We've always belonged to them.
Speaking for you, hanging, weeping, over the water's edge
as well as for myself.
It is our grief
heavy, relentless,
trudging
us, however resistant,
to the decaying and rotten
bottom of things:
our grief bringing
us home.
18

What Makes The Dalai Lama Lovable?

What Makes The Dalai Lama Lovable?

His posture
From so many years
Holding his robe with one hand
Is odd.

His gait
Also.

One's own body
Aches
Witnessing
The sloping
Shoulders
& Angled
Neck;

One hopes
He
Attends
Yoga class
Or does Yoga
On his own
As part
Of prayer.

He smiles
As he bows
To Everything:
Accepting
The heavy
Burdens
Of
This earth;

It's
Toxic
Evils
& Prolific
Insults.

Even so,
He sleeps
Through
The night
Like a child
Because
Thank goodness
That is something
Else
Daylong
Meditation
Assures.


You could cry
Yourself to sleep
On his behalf
& He
Has done that
Too.

Life
Has been
A great
Endless
Tearing away
For
Him.

From
Mother, Father, Siblings, Country, Home.
And yet
Clearly
His mother
Loved him;
His brother & sister
Too:
Even his
Not so constant father,
Who
When Tenzin was
A boy
Shared
With him
Delicious
Scraps
Of
Succulent
Pork.

He laughs
Telling this
Story
Over half a century
Later
&
To who knows
How many
Puzzled
Vegetarians:
About
The way he sat
Behind
His father's chair
Like a dog,


Relishing
Each juicy
Greasy
Bite.

Whenever I see
The Dalai Lama
My first impulse
Is to laugh
I am so happy
To
Lay eyes
On
One
So effortlessly
Beautiful.

That balding head
That holds
A shine;
Those wire framed
Glasses
That might
Have come
From
Anywhere.

His look of having given
All he has.

He is my teacher;
Just staying alive.

Other teachers
I have had
Resemble him
In some way;

They too
Were
&
Are
Smart
And Humble;
Fascinated
By Science & things like
Time,
Eternity,
Cause & Effect;
The Evolution
Of the Soul.


A soul
That
Might
Or might not
Exist.

They too
See all of us
-Banker, murderer, gardener, thief -
When they look
Out across
The world:

But that is not all
They see.

They see our suffering;
Our striving
To find
The right path;
The one with heart
We may only
Have heard
About.

The Dalai Lama is Cool
A modern word
For
"Divine"
Because he wants
Only
Our collective
Health
& Happiness.

That's it!

What makes
Him
Lovable
Is
His holiness.
263

The Tree Of Life Has Fallen

The Tree Of Life Has Fallen

The tree of life
has fallen on my small house.
I thought it was so much bigger!
But it is not.
There in the distance I see the mountains
still.
The view of vast water stretching before me
is superb.
My boat is grand and I still command the captain
of it; not having learned myself to sail.
But I am adrift
without my tree of life
that has fallen heavy
without grace or pity
on this small place.
For the departing dictator, in perpetuity.
405

To Change The World Enough

To Change The World Enough

To change the world enough
you must cease to be afraid
of the poor.
We experience your fear as the least pardonable of
humiliations; in the past
it has sent us scurrying off
daunted and ashamed
into the shadows.
Now,
the world ending
the only one all of us have known
we seek the same
fresh light
you do:
the same high place
and ample table.
The poor always believe
there is room enough
for all of us;
the very rich never seem to have heard
of this.
In us there is wisdom of how to share
loaves and fishes
however few;
we do this everyday.
Learn from us,
we ask you.
We enter now
the dreaded location
of Earth's reckoning;
no longer far
off
or hidden in books
that claim to disclose
revelations;
it is here.
We must walk together without fear.
There is no path without us
342

Remember

Remember


Remember
When we ended
It all
-for a weekend&
how
We knew?
You took
The tea bowl
That I
Broke
In
Carelessness
To glue together
Again
At your
House.
231

Knowing you might some day come

Knowing you might some day come

Knowing you might some day come
and how unprepared I’ve always
been
like Mr. Sloppy
in Charles Dickens’
our Mutual Friend
I made a list:
not meat, vegetables, beer and pudding
but number l, warmth.
number 2, warmth.
number 3, warmth.
number 4, a good snuggler.
number 5, someone who sings
while he/she works.
number 6, a dancer.
number 7, someone who grows & is
intrigued by
the mind. And
by the spirit too.
Number 7, someone who is loved
by animals; and loves
them back without
a thought.
number 8, someone who smells
delicious.
number 9, someone whose anger
lasts no longer than mine.
number 10, someone who
stands beside me. behind me. If necessary
in front of me.
number 11, someone who
is a passable cook.
number 12, Someone who laughs
a lot, thinks I have a fine
sense
of humor
& has friends.
number 13, someone who can be
original in dress:
stylish
warlock –In silver, lapis
& black – to my witch.
260

I Will Keep Broken Things

I Will Keep Broken Things

I will keep
Broken
Things:
The big clay
Pot
With raised
Iguanas
Chasing
Their
Tails;
Two
Of their
Wise

Heads
Sheared
Off;

I will keep
Broken
things:
The old
Slave
Market
Basket
Brought
To my
Door

By Mississippi
A jagged
Hole
Gouged
In its sturdy
Dark
Oak
Side.

I will keep
Broken
things:
The memory
Of
Those
Long
Delicious
Night
Swims
With
You;

I will keep


Broken
things:
In my house
There
Remains
An

Honored
Shelf
On which
I will
Keep
Broken
Things.

Their beauty
Is
They
Need
Not
Ever
Be
'fixed.'

I will keep
Your
Wild
Free
Laughter
Though
It is now
Missing
Its
Reassuring
And
Graceful
Hinge.

I will keep
Broken
Things:

Thank you
So much!

I will keep
Broken
Things.

I will keep
You:


Pilgrim
Of
Sorrow.

I will keep
Myself.
434

From: Poems To My Girls

From: Poems To My Girls

I
How can Humanity
look the deer
in
the face?

How can Mommy,
having erected
my fence?
242

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