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The Harlem Renaissance

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement on February 12, 2019 at 6:41 am

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“…Our problem is to conceive, develop, establish an art era. Not white art painting black…let’s bare our arms and plunge them deep through laughter, through pain, through sorrow, through hope, through disappointment, into the very depths of the souls of our people and drag forth material crude, rough, neglected. Then let’s sing it, dance it, write it, paint it. Let’s do the impossible. Let’s create something transcendentally material, mystically objective. Earthy. Spiritually earthy. Dynamic.”Aaron Douglas

The Harlem Renaissance was originally called the New Negro Movement – a literary and intellectual era that birthed a new black cultural identity in the 1920s and 1930s.

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Alain Locke

Critic and teacher Alain Locke (a meticulous Virgo) described it as a “spiritual coming of age” in which the black community was able to seize upon its “first chances for group expression and self-determination.” Racism was rampant and economic opportunities were scarce therefore creative expression was one of the few avenues available to African Americans. The Renaissance was primarily literary while the birth of jazz is generally considered a separate movement—the Harlem Renaissance, according to Locke, transformed “social disillusionment to race pride.”

W. E. B. Du Bois (the encouraging Leo) was a Black historian, sociologist, and Harvard scholar. He was at the forefront of the civil rights movement at this time. In collaboration with a group of prominent African-American political activists and white civil rights workers in 1905, Du Bois met in New York to discuss the challenges facing the black community. Four years later the group founded the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), to promote civil rights and fight African-American disenfranchisement.

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Charles S. Johnson

Black-owned magazines and newspapers flourished, freeing African Americans from the constricting influences of mainstream white society. Charles S. Johnson (a literary Leo – like myself) owned Opportunity magazine which became the leading voice of black culture, and the leading publisher of W.E.B. DuBois’s journal, The Crisis.

Jessie-Redman-Fauset_Harlem-RenaissanceWith Jessie Redmon Fauset (a steady Taurus) as its literary editor, she launched the literary careers of such writers as Arna Bontemps (the Libra perfectionist) , Langston Hughes (the hospitable Aquarius), and Countee Cullen (the “me first” Aries).

Jamaican-born Marcus Garvey began his (Leo courageous) promotion of the “Back to Africa movement.” Garvey founded the Universal Negro Improvement Association and African Communities League (UNIA-ACL), which advocated the reuniting of all people of African ancestry into one community with one absolute government. The movement not only encouraged African-Americans to come together but to also feel pride in their heritage and race. Marcus was known to hold ‘unity’ meetings in Harlem from time to time – including at the current residence of Fab5Freddy ( the analytical Virgo). It’s good to know that the future of our history remains positively in progress.

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Claude McKay

A (Virgoan) poet/novelist Claude McKay is published in the magazine Survey Graphics as a literary reflection of the movement in Harlem, along with Jean Toomer (the ambitious [ethnic mixed] writer and philosopher Capricorn) and the (charismatic Gemini) painting artist Aaron Douglas. Survey Graphics was edited by black philosopher Alain Locke, the magazine featured a plethora of works by prominent black writers of the time period.

James Weldon Johnson was a (Gemini) poet, editor, and civil rights leader, who wrote about Harlem during the 1920s in his autobiography, Along This Way (1933). He described it as the era “when Harlem was made known as the scene of laughter, singing, dancing, and primitive passions, and as the center of the new

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James Weldon Johnson

Negro literature and art; the era in which it gained its place in the list of famous sections of great cities”. The Making of Harlem, is an article written by James Weldon Johnson, which was published in The Survey Graphic Harlem Number (March 1925) – the article has since ’gone global’.

Zora Neale Hurston (the literal & profound Capricorn) contributed four novels and more than 50 published short stories, plays, and essays to the credit of the era. She is best known for her 1937 novel “Their Eyes Were Watching God”. In a letter to Countee Cullen, Zora wrote:

“I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.”

I agree with Zora as well as all of the artists that were involved in the movement & had great plans for the future. They thought that they could change the world and prevent racial prejudice with their literature and art, and this cultural conviction was taken more than less seriously. Even though we can look back now and see that their hopes were highly optimistic, it doesn’t change the fact that some of the best known African American Authors came from this period. Many wrote in Harlemese; meaning they wrote as they spoke – broken English and all. Zora Neale Hurston was one of the many authors during the Harlem Renaissance that wrote and spoke the lingo. Zora was a southern woman, born in the South but birthed in Harlem….again, much like myself.

The Harlem Renaissance era started this literal revolution that I stand on today. The Negro Movement has evolved over the last 90 years. I can truly say — what our ancestors put in place less than a century ago is still serving us today.

Literal, Black & Creatively Expressing,
I’m Qui (a word witty Leo she)
The Harlem Renaissance era is my current blessing.

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The Linguistic: GRIOT

In Communication, Griot, News on February 5, 2019 at 2:15 pm
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To Inhale it equates to Comprehending it.

One of my main TAG WORDS is GRIOT. I very much like being identified with the historic West African Linguistic. [Griot is pronounced Gree-OH. ]

It was July of 2006— I’d taken my first trip to the BIG APPLE. I stayed in the PARAMOUNT HOTEL and all was well with the world, (according to my fantastic TIMES SQUARE view). To make a long story short and get to the point…while I was there, among all of the things I did and all of the monuments I visited, none were as memorable as meeting Fred Brathwaite aka Fab5Freddy. We hit it right off and took a ride in his Mercedes to delve more into what seemed to be a never-ending showcase of absolute & relative conversational rhyme…by yours truly of course. Fab was fantastic in encouraging me to do so and at some point, during our spontaneous conversation he dropped knowledge on me and informed me of a historical West African Linguistic called: Griot. Griot is the art form of telling stories and/or passing down cultural information IN RHYME.

Had you ever heard of it? I had not.

Thirsty for knowledgeI always am— so at the first free moment I had (post my conversation with F5F) I researched the heck out of the word Griot and how this linguistic thing worked. I, like many African Americans, have no clear record of where in Africa our families may have originated – so to be pointed to out of a crowd and told that my style of conversation likens to a tribe in W. Africa…I am thrilled, I am honored.

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It doesn’t mean that’s where I’m from – nor does it mean that’s where I’m going,
but it’s good to know there’s a reference for the form of seeds that I’m sewing.

I’ve been talking in rhyme since my conversational begin.
I remember utilizing the skill & stunning my kin.

I remember my 2nd-grade teacher “literally” telling me —
that I was a poetic genius for my versing scheme.
Ooo Wee.

I didn’t know what it meant, but I kept the encouragement in stride
then it all made sense once I met the HIP HOP Statesman Fab 5.

It’s been all good on a daily – I enjoy sharing my comprehended flow
I’m Qui
and I’m grateful to know I’m DNA gifted something like a Griotte.

[Griot is the term usually referring to a male storyteller – Griotte is the term used for the female counter part]

Recognize the linguistic. Enjoy it's relativity.

Saying Too Much often yields to A Setup

In Communication, Music, Networking, Self Improvement, Video on December 10, 2018 at 8:19 am

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A genius R.E.M. once said:

Oh, life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up…”


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A wise Qui once said:

“Stop talking
and focus on your walking.

Things will never let up
if you’re constantly trying to “setup.”

Whatever crazy off-the-cuffs that you want to divvy — DON’T DO IT.
Your future is always in the building stages – please don’t screw it.

I suggest we zip our lips, raise our arms and waive mo.’
I suggest working on an unspoken vibe; taking notes from PEYO:


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Peyo says nothing at all and wordless compassion is the perfect ‘get up.’
I’m Qui
Good Morning to thee. From blah-conversation please do break free to avoid a future setup.”

MONDAYS Maybe — My Sure FIRE BABY

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement on May 22, 2017 at 9:18 am


Ooo wee and yes lawd, things are getting a bit hot.
I’ve got it, he want’s it — not sure if I want to ‘get got.’

If loving you is WRITE I don’t want to be wrong.
I’m DNA to the southern pin up Carmen Jones.

Not quite Louisianan; I don’t read chicken bones.
I’m a hallelujah girl – Jesus is my ‘jones.

I pray. I walk a key & tailored line…
the view is good from the front – the view is good from behind

and good lawd — the deeds that do occupy my time
are good for me; my colorful sublime.

I can’t physically bottle it but I can type it out.
A literal Monday will be my lips pout.

MAC Gold. Lips sticking out but I’m not mad nor hurt,
This fire I’m fanning is quite the invoking flirt.
blonde-qui-pretty-feet-best.gifIt’s drawing me in and pulling up my skirt,
it’s roughing up my hair, but no — it doesn’t hurt.

It’s firm and it’s good…
you know that paper is made from wood.

Wood is a natural erection. Nature gives us that.
And now a forest is before me so with my ax – I’m up to bat.

The day is young however when it gets old,
I’m stacking enough wood to stave off future colds.

It’s pouring out of me, so today I will produce and concept bottle.
I’ve got my laptop, my coffee pot and I’m on CREATION THROTTLE

and it feels good.
I’m making wood.

It could get you hard…
Good lawd.

But I’m willing to bet
if you’re “about that skirt” – it’ll get you wet.

The skirt that I flaunt produces color and excites…
comparable to what you’d see on Brown Suga or that OWN Network of writes.

An insight of delights and the title list is long:
Intellectual, action-packed, and chemistry strong.

My creative mood is quite firm, so I’m going hard!
Happiness is about me, ooo wee and good lawd.

When crafting life imitating pieces many canvases may be used.
Sometimes I strike and start over, other times I blur and fuse.

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It all depends on the relatives of the situation at hand…
I’ll either seduce like Shondra Rhimes or execute like that Shakespeare man.

To let go and let it flow is my 24-hour plan. I am that lady.
I’m Qui
and Mondays Maybe is My Sure Fire Baby.

I’ll be thinking about you too.

It’s a New Day

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement, Video on March 27, 2017 at 6:37 am

Yes! Yes! Good morning baby.
I’m that energetic UP EARLY lady.

I awoke at dusky and quiet 4am
when most were asleep and little (visual) mayhem.

Glad, I am, for this New Day,
a new griot spill, wit-willed informative say.

It’s Monday, it’s Monday and I’m back at it again.
I’ll shoot the landscape with my reel sharp friends.

I’ll edit a bit, with my eye-detailed tech crew
and on every free moment, I’ll check in with you.

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Me, You, Monday and the crew…

What have you got up for today?
The weekend has come and gone away.

It was fun. Did you go outside and play?
Monday is at the door with an opportunistic score,
Are you ready for another funday?

I’m up for it and I want it all.
Love is in the air and I want to take the fall.

I’ll take it to the back – like the NESTEA Plunge.
Mondays for me are fuel for “GIDDY!” I’m up to reap some!

The first thing I heard this morning inside of my monologue head space
was Pharrell’s voice from The Clipse video: “It’s a New Day!

I rose quickly and found the video to display!
Nothing could be more befitting for Monday.

Indeed, It’s a New Day and I’m so glad to be in it,
I’m Qui
Good morning fam, let me echo “Hot Damn!,” let’s go out and win it!

My white parent(s) love me…

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on March 12, 2017 at 7:43 am

mom & daugherMe? No, my parents are not white. Both of my DNA contributors are of African American decent. My father is a 5’5, small framed man with fire red hair, red beard, and freckles covering the fair skin on his face. My mother is 5’2, thicker than a Snicker, with high cheek bones, high-yellow fair skin, and silky, wavy hair. I am a deeper brown mixture of the two. Again, my parents are not white, but I happen to know many parents that are white and more than a few of them have children that look like me. I’m always drawn to such familial scenes. It reminds me that race wars are fad fodder issues and that we can indeed put them to an end.

My former best friend has the best hairstylist in Arlington, TX. Heather‘s hair is always perfectly pitched, it matches her Martha Stuart’esque hospitable ways. She’s a straight laced, conservative gal, who loves her family. Heather is married to black man and their offspring is a beautiful mixture of the two of them. Heather guardians her son at all costs with love, nourishment and wisdom. She loves a lot like me. It’s always been a pleasure to know and love Heather. We are only not as close as we used to be because of the curve of time. We used to be neighbors in Arlington, TX for about 15-years… that was before I moved to Phoenix (6-years ago).

My sister-in-law has the biggest heart and a huge propensity for a sharp pair of pants. She’s cardio fit and curvy. She owns a couple of pairs of white pants that makes me want to put in a few more minutes in Aerobics class… maybe another hour. 🙂 Angela has 4 sons and is married to my brother. As fair skinned as the beauty from Kansas is, her sons are black. I’ve watched Angela for more than a decade now shape her family to what she wants it to be and the only color differences I have ever noticed in her household is as it compares to fashion. She has an awesome pair of gray pants that I love as well. Angela’s love for her children is priceless… much like mine for my children. We have much in common: Kids, love, fashion…

kristen-davis-and-daughterThen there are Kristen Davis (Sex In The City Co-Star) and Mike Berry (Columnist for Babble.com) and their stories.

While surfing familial stories online I ran across this heart warmer on Babble.com, (a Disney content supported site) and I found Mike Berry’s column on “BEING THE WHITE MOTHER OF A BLACK DAUGHTER,” and I knew I had to share it with ya. Now the column was comprised from a quote that Kristen Davis said in reference to her daughter,

I am white. I have lived in white privilege. I thought I knew before adopting my daughter that I was in white privilege, that I understood what that meant. But until you actually have a child, which is like your heart being outside you, and that heart happens to be in a brown body, and you have people who are actively working against your child, it’s hard. It fills me with terror.”

Wow! I have to say Mike and I feel her concerns, deeply and intuitively. I have a African American child myself. I only learned that Mike Berry is in this boat with us, when he said in his Babble column:

“Her words took me back, 15 years in the past, when we held our newborn baby girl in our arms. I remember looking at her with a sense of awe. Her beautiful brown skin, exotic dark eyes, and soft brown hair captivated me. I remember feeling an intense love for her that still burns as brightly today as it did then. Love so deep, I never knew my heart could reach those depths. But at the same time I felt these beautiful emotions, I also felt afraid. There was no question in our minds that she was ours. We were her parents and she was our daughter. But I worried about the world around us. For a moment, I feared what it would be like to raise this precious girl in white suburbia. I worried about the potential hateful things people would say to her, or do to her. I felt like taking our newborn baby and running far away, where no one could find us. With every ounce of my soul, I wanted to protect her.”

Believe it or not, I feel the same way… Isn’t there enough of us to bind together and start effective change?  We can’t change the hearts of everyone at once, but we can begin with  one conversation at a time starting with those we love the most and are closest to.

African American children with white parents are not a new phenomena, even though President Obama put a winning face on those children while pushing this country out  of the recession of 2008-2011. His character was so outstanding, that many (now new parents) got to work making their own DNA designer children in the name of love and are now actively changing the face of race for the future.

African American cultures are very accepting. We love our children be they white, black, tan… we love them. We love yours. African American women were made to raise the children of plantation owners as a non-negotiable duty. What the slave masters didn’t realize is, there was no need to force us to care for the children. It’s in my default spirit to LOVE and accept. Personally, I only have two children and if given a choice I’d only work with children from here on out. They have great hearts, brilliant minds and big ideas that I want to be a part of. I know a couple white kids right now – that I’m not so sure that I didn’t birth myself. lol! 😀  They remind me so much of ME. I call them my children. I’ve got their backs and their Moms backs too. We’re family.

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I’m head over heels in love with my children

I love my daughters so much – that I don’t know what to do.
I’m a parent whose got love for you and the love of your kids too.

We are all in this together and our kids need not know
that they were born into a cesspool dubbed ‘the race hate show.’

White hoodies are not in fashion, or marketed for kids play –
so why do we continue to let their limitations run the day?

White people with Black children have embraced joy by far
because they could not refute the love or the size of their hearts.

Logic is about being smart, but logic doesn’t come into play
when God gives you a child. They are the sun in your day.

Heather, Angela, Kristin, Mike and myself are parenting Black offspring.
And each of us will go to the earths end if we could ensure that it will bring

a less bias world and more opportunities for them to love,
I’m Qui
On some familial “ooo wee – that we need to look at and hug.

Why are my white family members so fearful for their kids sake?
Talk about it today — our best futures are all at stake.

Hump this…

In Communication, fitness, Griot, Self Improvement on August 31, 2016 at 6:37 am

good-head-hat-qui-aug7-2016This morning I woke up and I was happy about that.
I have a meeting at 10 that will equal a win and I am happy about that.

Lunch time will find me with a latte in hand, sitting on the patio where I now stand,
Mingling in good company with folks that I love; thanking my stars and my God up above.

I’m Humpin HAPPY over here – I’m so glad to be in good health.
I’llness sought me out, but my vitamin regimen helped keep me stealth.

I could use more physical activity in my life but there just aren’t enough hours in a day.
I walk about 30-minutes daily  then add on 30-minutes of elliptical play.

Hip! Hip! Hooray! I’m open to dancing and considering indoor hiking.
My mind is open and my body is hoping the opportunity will yield to its liking.

You see, I’m not an athlete, I’m a writer, a chic with a camera and tripod.
My nails may not be acrylic’d out nor is the gym etched in my bod. lol!

I’m a pretty active chic – I’m always on the go and hauling equipment with.
I usually show up to film the show, hi-5 and throw in a few cool quips.

I’m the chic enjoying her day for everything that it is and everything that it is not.
I’m Qui
Staying inside for most of the day, because ol’ Phoenix is pretty hot.

Regardless of the outside temps- I’m Humpin HAPPY over here!
I bid you good energy that you’ll need for that #WIN that’s near.

#LIVING

Data Matters TOO

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Video on July 13, 2016 at 2:52 am

blondieWhen I was little I did not know that I was “Black” until my big sister told me. The information was divulged when I was about 5 or 6 and I had a homework assignment to draw a picture of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was in my bedroom that evening doing my darnedest to draw BLONDIE. My sister, (who is only 3 years older than me) took it upon herself to inform me that I was Black and could never be “Blondie.” — Today I look back on that day and I laugh my head off. I can’t believe I didn’t know that I was Black. Now that I think about it my parents never told me that I was Black. 😀 They did tell me that everyone was my brother and sister and that we looked different but were all the same. The words white and black – never came out of their mouths. I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school, again – it never came up. I honestly didn’t know and when my sister delivered the news she did it with a smirk. What a jab. I didn’t know whether to be mad that I was Black or that she knew first and I didn’t. I wasn’t sure what “Black” meant, but I could tell it was something “smirky.” Later I would find out about my history and the struggles and about the dual law system and societal differences and about the not so distant social rejections (Whites Only dining, water fountains, etc).

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I’m the cutie in the white fur coat. Of course, darling. 😀

My parents are the coolest memory of the ’70’s – that I have. They were easy going, had suave house parties with hanging beads and the likes. We traveled a lot as a family beyond my fathers USAF assignments, we laughed a lot, lived in awesome communities and had fun. I loved those days! My parents told us that we could grow up to be anything we wanted to be because we were equal– of course. It felt like THANKS to all of the marching in the 60’s and the many, many lives lost — that America had taken a turn to end racial division and that equality and unity were in progress. I believed them. They gave me hope. Then I graduated from high school, then college, had kids and remained hopeful, still. My peers of all races seemed to be on the same page of unity as myself (+/-) – – or so I thought.

My children have now graduated from high school and are in college and not much has changed in the Civil Rights column. What happened? Did my peers raise racist kids while telling me they were color blind and loved my children like their own? I’d like to say, NO they did not!  But then there’s DATA. Unchanged Data…

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And with that, I don’t know what else to say.
The TURK has put it all on the plate today.

He rewound historical time to show you the views of yesterday.
He fast forwarded to today and the same kind of RACISM is in play.

What am I to think, what am I to do?
I can’t be Blondie, but can my life matter too?

I have a 3-year old g-daughter and she knows nothing about hate.
She’d take off in a sprint if I addressed her on topic: RACE.

But not before saying, “Get on your mark, get set, ready – GO!”
She’s a chip off the block of her athletic Uncle Joe.

She’s got great speed and agility traits,
but she has no idea she’s a target for hate because of her race.

She has no idea that it’s been this way for centuries.
AMERICA – stop saying RACISM doesn’t exist and prove that YOU SEE ME.

Prove that you care for civil rights and equal rights for all men,
by pressing play on the video and thinking things through again.

#DataMatters TOO

Meme & You: MESSAGE!

In fitness, News, Self Improvement, weightloss on June 8, 2016 at 12:04 am

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Good morning baby. What it do?
I want to spend the day talking about Meme & You.

I thought I’d open up with just a few
in GIF formation; an easy auto view.

And here I am – up early and duly working out.
Taking control of life is what it’s all about.

I don’t like to exercise as much as ‘a gym rat’ does
still I’m up every morning giving this elliptical machine love.

I just want to change my size, my frame, my look in the mirror.
As the dress size was on the rise, one thing became clearer:

take-control-life.jpgI was going to have to change.
I tried to talk myself out of it – I was insane.

Now that I’ve lost a few and understand weight manipulation
I’m off to winning the races in my food to calorie-burn relation.

I’m a member of MyFitnessPal and I wear a FitBit.
Look me up and let’s hook up if that’s your joint– your ‘ish.
I love this!

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And so sometimes I use Meme‘s to talk to myself.
I gravitate towards those that yield wisdom used to achieve wealth.

I stay away from silly messages, though I’m down to share a comedic laugh.
But no memes are more important than those that encourage you to get up off of your ass.

Yeah, go on and laugh and then take control of that area you lack,
I’m Qui
Working it out and Oui! You know I’ve got your back!

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Good Morning Monday

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on May 2, 2016 at 7:27 am

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☀️Good morning Monday. How well did you sleep?
It must have been GREAT! You slept a whole week.

☀️Good morning Monday what have you got up for me?
Besides being kind to others and loving unbiasedly?

Be good to yourself, this day belongs to you.
Open mind, open heart bid el solitary adieu.

The weekend has left you and you are now in mode: grind.
It’s a good look – you are no crook, you have a lawful behind.

You are the captain and today is your ship.
Pull a Dirk on this Monday and shoot from the hip.
Pay no mind to the naysayers lip.

Good living is key and Qui is my name
To not LIVE IT UP would be a “namesake” shame.

And ain’t nothing lame about an opportunistic day,
I’m Qui
Taking full advantage – I plan to win this Monday.

Oui! Oui! 
It’s truly a 7-day thing for me. 😌