You can pat your feet to her poetry or snap your fingers on the
afterbeat. She writes in
tongues of taurean thunder, the words a cutting cadence of thicktoned
truth as reality rises in rhythm from the syncopated smoke of incendiary
images. Feelings framed by
fire flow with force. Her poems pulsate with power and perception, with triumph and
technique. Her name is Jayne
Cortez.
Her books are beacons of brilliance, literary lasers of light and
love, of culture and consciousness. A
belief system breathes between the page and the printed word.
Her books are a soundtrack of spirit, the music and magic of the
written word: “Pissstained Stairs and the Monkey Man’s Wares,”
“Festivals and Funerals.” “Scarifications,” “Mouth on Paper,”
“Firespitter,” and “Coagulations.”
In poetry readings and recordings, Cortez becomes a jazz vocalist
of the spoken word. Her
poetic performances are concerts of war
chants and love charts and war charts and love chants and more.
In the titles of her recordings is the reflection of her years:
“Celebrations and Solitudes,” “Unsubmissive Blues,” and “There
It is.”
On May 10, in the celebration of her spirit and the solitude of her
soul, she stands unsubmissive upon her sixtieth year.
Whooot, there it is! Happy
Birthday.
Author:
GEORGE EDWARD TAIT
Publication
Name: NEW YORK AMSTERDAM NEWS
Publication
Date: 05-25-96