Interview of
Randall Horton by Xánath Caraza
Randall Horton |
Xánath Caraza
(XC): Who is Randall Horton?
Randall Horton (RH): That
is perhaps the most perplexing question posited to me, and believe me, I do get
it a lot. I am, and can be, many things, at one time. At the core, though, I am
this person who grew up in Birmingham, Alabama who needed every experience life
offered in order to see or realize what his potential was. I often choose not
to define myself in terms of a poet, or what kind of poetry I write, or any of those closed off,
bordering—boring possibilities. The minute I define myself as a poet, I perhaps
have killed myself as a poet. So, I choose not to. It is a personal decision
and often amazes me how people can define themselves—I am trying to find
myself, constantly. Sometimes definitions can be limiting.
XC: As a child,
who first introduced you to reading? Who
guided you through your first readings?
RH: Eunice Pearl Davis Horton,
granddaughter to Rosie Lee Davis of 128 8th Avenue North introduced
me to reading. Both of my parents were schoolteachers. My mom, who is deeply
involved in The National Education Association, taught 2nd grade and
my dad taught high school. Reading was very important to my mom, and she would
buy books and make me read them, especially in the summer. I learned to read
aloud reading to my mom. I think early on I was intrigued by the how words
sound. However, this was not enough to say these things made me a writer. I do
not know. My main focus growing up was playing sports.
When I was not
playing sports I was intrigued by the fast-street-life, and those “hoodlums” with
the silk shirts, platform shoes and high arcing Afros—these were my heroes.
Although they taught me every wrong thing on how to be a man, at the time, I
thought they knew—and so, I wanted to be like them. Sad to say, but the early
role models I gravitated towards were pimps, playas and hustlers. I didn’t run
around with a journal trying to write poems or thoughts. I had not context for
that.
XC: How did you
first become a poet?
RH: Well, that is a relative
question, assuming I am a “poet.” One might argue I am still trying to become a
poet. Then too, I am intrigued by nonfiction, and a lot of times these days I
am writing something in-between these two genres, I think. When I was
incarcerated and sentenced, I began to write in general, to take my mind off
the time. I could not tell you what a poem looked like at the age of 38. It was
literally the most foreign thing to my existence. When I was granted a motion
for reconsideration of my sentence, I came back to the county jail that
sentenced me. While there a drug counselor brought in two DVDs from the outside
to the block I was housed in. The movie was Slam with Saul Williams. Then other
DVD had taped episodes of HBO Def Poetry Jam. The one that grabbed me was
Patricia Smith’s Skinhead. I know
both of their poems by heart. I didn’t know poetry could do that. It woke
something up in me.
My first horrible
poems were written at Roxbury Correctional in Hagerstown, Maryland inside a
prison cell. My first was published by a journal in London called X Magazine. I
didn’t’ think about impact or what poetry could do for me. I still don’t know
what poetry can “do” for me. I know when I am engaged in it, I become a better
human being.
Poetry has kept me
off the streets, from selling dope, coning people and trying to get over, that has
been good enough me. Never thought about a career, at all. I still do not view
it as such, though I do teach creative writing. Maybe that’s oxymoronic. But I
respect that decision of validation. I look for other things to validate me in
life more so than poetry, and yet, it is important to me.
XC: Do you have
any favorite poems by other authors? Or
stanzas? Could you share some verses
along with your reflection of what drew you toward that poem/these stanzas?
RH: I will share/reflect on one.
I consider Etheridge Knight’s Feeling Fucked Up to be the greatest love poem of
all time. First of all, I dig Knight. He was the poet that told me it was okay
to have been in prison and write about those experiences. When nothing else in
the world matters but love—then, that is love. Observe the middle lines of the
poem after Knight has made the grief and misery of having his woman pack her bags
and split.
Fuck
Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck
the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and
alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck
marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy
and communism fuck smack and pot
So yeah, don’t
nothing else matter but love. My mom is going to kill me for using that double
negative, but it sound so good.
XC: What is a day
of creative writing like for you?
RH: Being
that I am Senior Editor of Willow Books, I tend to always be caught up in an
editing project. I usually like to do a little editing before I get to my own
work, but I try to do something everyday, when possible. I can write anywhere.
As
you know, I was incarcerated with an 8-year sentence (5 years plus 3 years back
up) when my sentence was commuted. I was sent to an intensive two-year drug
program in North Carolina. I learned to write creatively in chaos, which is
probably why I tend to shy away from the straight narrative. I tend to think
more fragmented. I would have people yelling in my face, cursing me out—because
it was intense shock therapy. I wrote in between fuck yous and you will never
be shit. It was not a nice place. It was a place designed for you never to want
to come back.
So,
I can write anywhere—on the back of a truck, on the subway—which is usually my
favorite. I love to write on the train, which is why my next project explores
train travel parallel to the human condition, art and aesthetics.
XC: When do you
know when a poem is ready to be read?
RH: That’s
a delicate situation in that some poems just were not meant to be read aloud. There
is the poem that musically dances in your head but is incapable of doing the
same thing when read aloud.
With
that said, I was first introduced to poetry through slam/performance, and so
aurally, I have always been aware of words, how they sound alongside their
cognitive meaning. When a poem I am working on can intimate the aural and the
cognitive, or more specifically, when my words collide in such a way that I am
physically and emotionally moved, only then will I perhaps read the poem in
some sort of setting.
I
try not to be a reactionary writer, so I don’t write a poem by day and read it
at night. That’s not my process. Poems sit with me for a minute. We hang out,
talk about politics, the human condition, conspiracies—the identity game, the
police, people wanting to be poets, poets wanting to be people—all that. When I
read my poems out loud, I would like to think we know one another well.
As
an aside: I would love to write the poem that predicts the action instead of
always reacting to it. I am very intrigued by this, and it consumes me at
times. I don’t know the answer, but think of the possibilities.
XC: Could you
describe your activities as poet?
RH: I would
like to think that whatever it is I do within the real of the poetic sphere is
governed by how my body moves alongside the earth. I mean, how I move, how I
get down, is all one intersectional thing. I like to work with young people. I
do literacy programs all over the Unites States with Patrick Oliver who is deep
rooted in communities of color, and so we have been able to do some amazing
things.
I
believe in helping people. I know this writing game is some twisted shit at
times. I mean I came from the streets, hustling and all that—so, for me, I was
able to peep the “game” that is tied to poetry, poets and opportunity. Young writes need opportunities, so I have
been committed to trying to help others.
And
at the same time, I try to be nobody. I got seven felonies, been shot at, held
at gunpoint, and almost killed, a few times. Been in prison and watched men lose
their life. I wake up everyday feeling guilty I made it out of that hellhole while
others were not able. Playing with house money is what I am doing. Who am I
other than a dude trying to right his wrongs? Language gives me that vehicle,
that opportunity.
Whatever
poetry I write and how I get down, it is a bodily experience.
XC: What projects
are you working on at the moment that you would like to share?
RH: Well, I
am working on a new album with Heroes Are Gang Leaders. We are working on a new album titled
Flukum: Your Book Sucks! Flukum is the name of a character from an Etheridge
Knight poem called "Black Relocation Center." The poem is about a
Vietnam vet who comes home and is killed by the cops. There are also nods to James Baldwin
and Ntozake Shange as we seek to find the divine space within the
intersectionality of Avant jazz and literary tradition. I will share little bit
of a song we are working on. We go back in the studio late August to add vocals
and finish up the project.
Because we are perhaps living in
difficult days. I think this song is
perhaps reflective of the inner pules of the Black community. I mean, that
emotional and physical state of blackness simmering just below the
surface: WeWeWeWe the Remarkable. Jumpo Badd!!!!
Here
is the link to We Free Singers Be:
Randall
Horton, originally from Birmingham, AL and now a resident of Harlem, NY, is the
recipient of the Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Award, the Bea Gonzalez Poetry Award,
and a National Endowment of the Arts Fellowship in Literature. Randall is also
a member of the band: Heroes Are Gang Leaders, a group whose unique blend of blues, jazz, funk, hip hop,
go-go, R&B, soul, classical music, poetry, dramaturgy and prose, continues
the legacy of Amiri Baraka. Randall is Associate Professor of English
at the University of New Haven. Triquarterly/Northwestern University Press is
the publisher of his latest poetry collection Pitch
Dark Anarchy. Augury Books published Hook:
A Memoir in November of 2015.
In
addition, Randall has been interviewed on Fox News, NPR, CTNPR, the New Haven
Register and countless online journals, magazines and radio shows. He is also
on the Board of Directors of Pen America’s Pen Prison Writing Program.
2 comments:
Felicitaciónes/ Congratulations, Xanath Caraza for this sensitive handling of a complex, rich subject, drawing attention to the life and work of an inspiring person, artist,leader. I'll look for his poetry.
Randall Horton is an amazing human. He writes in ways that make me more human too. I admire him and hold a trunkful of gratitude he is in the world. His poem "Caught in a Whirlwind of Hate" for Virgil Ware, has moved high school boys to tears. I have seen it through my own tears.
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