Writers Don't Really DieWriters write for many reasons; Gwendolyn Brooks said, "I write perhaps because I am not a talker." Nikki Giovanni says of writing, "We write because we believe the human spirit cannot be tamed and should not be trained." Finally, James Baldwin said, "Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent." For generations writers have told us why they write and the reasons differ as much as the writers themselves do. To read a writer's work is to know that writer in an intimate way; this is a unique kinship between the writer and reader. Even though the written word is akin to immortality, which is, as long as the words remain the writer lives. Even with this realization, knowing that a writer’s period of creativity is over is painful. Having the opportunity to read and share thoughts, feelings and impressions about African American Literature and Poetry is cause for celebration. And there is no lack of talented writers living and writing today, of this I am aware. What of our elders though, what about those who wrote before us? We cannot forget in this modern day those who paved the way with less than welcoming receptions. I received word of the death of one such poet months ago. I tapped all my resources looking for information about this poet and only unearthed a few paragraphs. The idea of an outstanding poet like this man only marginally represented in biographical publications I thought was shameful. However, the thought occurred to me that although I didn't find much in the way of biographical information about Raymond R. Patterson, I have his poetry and that speaks volumes about the man and his life. Raymond R. Patterson (1929 - 2001) |