Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance: Crash Course Literature 215 - YouTube (1)
Hi, I'm John Green, this is Crash Course Literature, and today we're going to discuss the poetry of Langston Hughes.
So the Harlem Renaissance was an early 20th Century movement in which writers and artists
of color explored what it means to be an artist, what it means to be black, and what it means
to be an American, and also what it means to be all three of those things at the same time.
MFTP: Mr. Green, Mr. Green! Does the Harlem Renaissance have anything to do with that
renaissance with, like, Leonardo de Vinci, and all of the other... Ninja Turtles?
Kind of, but the Harlem Renaissance happened a lot later than the European Renaissance,
also on a different continent, and there was much less plague and much more jazz.
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OK, so one journalist described the Harlem Renaissance this way: "What a crowd! All classes
and colors met face to face, ultra aristocrats, bourgeois, communists, Park Avenue galore,
bookers, publishers, Broadway celebs, and Harlemites giving each other the once over."
What's the once over? Is that a dirty thing, Stan? Apparently it is not a dirty thing.
The Harlem Renaissance began just after the First World War and lasted into the early
years of the Great Depression because it turns out it's pretty hard to have a renaissance
when no one has any money, as they found out in Venice. And like the European Renaissance,
it was a social and political movement, but also an artistic one. I mean it inspired literature
and poetry, music, drama, ethnography, publishing, dance, fashion, probably even some novelty cocktails.
As Langston Hughes wrote about this time: "The negro was in vogue."
Oh, it must be time for the open letter. Oh, look, it's a floating dictionary. An open letter to language.
Hey there language, how's it going? Don't say it's going good, language; say it's going well.
So Langston Hughes often used the term "negro" to refer to African Americans, and when we
quote him or his poetry we're also going to use that term. But we won't use it when I'm
talking about African Americans or the African American experience because these days we
understand that term to be offensive. I would argue that this is a good thing about language;
it has the opportunity to evolve and to become more inclusive.
In short, language, I love you and I am amazed by you every day. Sorry if that sounds creepy;
I feel I might start singing the song from The Bodyguard, so I'm just going to stop right now.
Best wishes, John Green
Right, so, the poems, essays, and novels of the Harlem Renaissance often discuss the so-called
double consciousness of the African American experience, a term coined by W.E.B. Dubois
in his book The Souls of Black Folk, and which you might remember from our To Kill a Mockingbird
episode. Some writers like Countee Cullen, and Claude McKay used poetic forms historically
associated with European white people, like the Shakespearean sonnet, the Petrarchan sonnet,
and the villanelle, which is like a very fancy sonnet, but other writers, including Langston
Hughes, chose forms based on African and African American folk forms, you know, fables and
spirituals, children's rhymes, and blues songs.
This is actually part of Modernism generally, as artists sought to mix high and low culture
in an attempt to reinvent art. Like, see also Marcel Duchamp putting a toilet in an art gallery.
I should clarify: there were already toilets in art galleries; he was putting it there as art.
Anyway, let's go to the Thought Bubble for some background on Langston Hughes.
Hughes was born in 1902 in Missouri to mixed-race parents, who divorced early. He grew up in
Kansas and began to write poetry in high school: mostly because white students chose him as
class poet. In his autobiography, he wrote: "Well, everyone knows -- except us -- that
all Negros have rhythm, so they elected me class poet. I felt I couldn't let my white
classmates down and I've been writing poetry ever since."
Hughes' father wanted him to become a mining engineer so Hughes went to Columbia University,
but he left after his freshman year, in part because other students have snubbed him, and
in part because actually he didn't want to become a mining engineer.
So he signed on to work on a boat, going more or less around the world, returning a couple
of years later, this is true, with a red-haired monkey named Jocko. He didn't enjoy the trip
very much but that might actually have been a good thing because as he wrote in his autobiography:
"My best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything."
Which stands in stark contrast to all the happy poets, you know:
Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Hughes aimed to write in accessible, familiar language, and in that he was influenced by
poets like Paul Laurence Dunbar, and also people like Carl Sandburg and Walt Whitman,
all of whom wrote in vernacular, everyday language in the hopes that their work could
appeal to a larger audience. Thanks Thought Bubble.
So, as Hughes wrote in a 1927 essay, classical forms didn't support the work he wanted to do:
"Certainly the Shakespearean sonnet would be no mold in which to express the life of
Beale Street or Lenox Avenue nor could the emotions of State Street be captured in rondeau.
I am not interested in doing tricks with rhymes. I am interested in reproducing the human soul, if I can."
And this is what makes Hughes such an important poet. He brilliantly combines formal poetry
with the oral tradition, and he refuses to draw a bright line between fine art and folk art.
OK, in order to have a better understanding of Hughes' approach to poetry, let's look
at an early manifesto he wrote called "The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain."
In this essay, he criticizes other black writers for being too interested in white culture
and white forms. He writes: "This is the mountain standing in the way of any true Negro art
in America-- this urge within the race toward whiteness, the desire to pour racial individuality
into the mold of American standardization, and to be as little Negro and as much American as possible."
Now, some black writers, like Countee Cullen, accused Hughes of being TOO black. Like in
a review of Hughes' first book Cullen wrote, "There is too much emphasis of strictly Negro
themes." But, then again, later on, James Baldwin would condemn Hughes for not diving
deep enough into African American experience; like Baldwin wrote that Hughes poems "take
refuge, finally, in a fake simplicity in order to avoid the very difficult simplicity of the experience."
It's hard out there for a Langston Hughes.
Anyway, let's make up our own mind. I think the best way to get a sense of how Langston
Hughes expresses himself is probably to, like, actually read a couple of his poems.
Let's begin with "The Negro Speaks of Rivers":
"I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and
older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers."
Here's a bit of news that will be discouraging to most of you aspiring writers out there:
Hughes wrote that poem just after graduating from high school. He was riding a train to
see his estranged father and he passed over the Mississippi. He writes: "I began to think
about what that river, the old Mississippi, had meant to Negros in the past... Then I
began to think about other rivers in the past--the Congo, and the Niger, and the Nile in Africa--and
the thought came to me: 'I've known rivers,' and I put it down on the back of an envelope
I had in my pocket, and within the space of ten or fifteen minutes, as the train gathered
speed in the dusk, I had written this poem."
Are you even serious? "Ten or fifteen minutes"! What? Really!
So "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" is in the lyric mode: it's poetry trying to capture
an internal emotional state. He uses the vision of these rivers to transcend his immediate
relationships and to connect himself instead to all of his African forefathers, trading
the immediate for the immortal. The repetition of "I've known rivers" at the beginning and
"my soul has grown deep like the rivers" at the middle and end, gives the poem the feeling
of, like, a sermon or spiritual, in keeping with Hughes' use of folk forms.
And then, there's the catalog of active verbs: "I bathed", "I built", "I listened", "I looked."
Those show people actively participating in human life and having agency; that even amid
oppression and dehumanization, these people were still building and listening and looking.
And then, in the latter part of the poem, there are adjectives that in other poems might
be used pejoratively, like "muddy" and "dusky", that are linked with other adjectives, "golden",
"ancient", that encourage us to perceive them in a far more positive light. So, darkness
and brownness are seen as lustrous and valuable and revered.
And I know that some of you will say, oh, you're overreading the poem: Hughes didn't
mean any of this stuff. To which I say: it doesn't matter. These are still interesting
and cool uses of language. Although, as it happens, I'm not overreading it.
Anyway, let's look at one more poem, "Harlem", written in 1951:
"What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?"
The dream here is likely a version of the American dream, a dream that at the time Hughes
wrote the poem was still denied to most African Americans. And in that sense, it's kind of
optimistic that Hughes uses the term deferred, rather than, like, destroyed or forbidden.
There's also a great moment earlier in that same book of poems in which Hughes writes,
"Good morning Daddy, aint you heard, the boogie woogie rumble, of a dream deferred", which
uses the conventions of blues music to associate the deferral of the dream with, like, a boogie-woogie rumble.
But the imagery in this poem is very negative: it often takes things that are sweet and then
makes them horrifying. You've got dried raisins, running sores. I guess sores aren't that sweet,
but you do have crusty sweets. Even the verbs are negative: "dry", "fester", "stink", "crust",
"sag". And that works against any real optimism. This is made even more interesting and complicated
by the fact that the poem sounds like a nursery rhyme: it has neat, perfect, one-syllable
rhymes like "sun" and "run", "meat" and "sweet". But then you have the layout of the poem,
which resists conventional stanzas, and that troubles the simplicity here. Also, the rhythm
of the poem is always changing. Like, this isn't straight iambic pentameter or anything
like that, and that makes it hard to build into a comfortable pace as the reader. And
then there's that last line, "Or does it explode", which from a meter perspective is totally
fascinating because there's a stress on every single syllable: Or. Does. It. Ex-plode.
