1420 N Charles Street
Baltimore, MD 21201
(410) 837-4200 on Thursday,
May 7, at 7 pm, in the Student Center’s 5th floor,
a reading and publication party.
Bio: Truth Thomas is a musician and poet, born in Knoxville, Tennessee, raised in Washington, DC. He studied creative writing at Howard University under Dr. Tony Medina and E. Ethelbert Miller, before earning his M.F.A. degree in Poetry at New England College. Thomas is the author of two collections of poetry: "Party of Black" (Mouthmark, 2006), and "A Day of Presence" (Flipped Eye Publishing, 2008).
Posts by Truth:
Truth Reading @ University of Baltimore
April 9th, 2009The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency: Not some brave new voices
April 6th, 2009The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency: Not some brave new voices
I have been watching “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” on HBO and wondering why there are (apparently) no black African folks involved in the writing—or behind the camera production—of this show (this “broad comedy,” as they call it) about black life in Botswana. I love Jill Scott and wanted love “Detective.” That needs to be said. However, when did Alexander McCall Smith (all by himself) get to be the voice of Botswana? Perhaps there is no answer, and I won’t pretend to have one. Life is complicated and many events on its stage are inexplicable. Indeed, HBO may have a new production coming I am unaware of—a broad comedy about white life in Aspen, Colorado—written and produced by an all black film company from Zimbabwe. I look forward to seeing that show like Nelson Mandela looked forward to seeing Winnie on Robben Island.
Truth Thomas @ the Blackbird Poetry Festival
April 1st, 2009I’ll be reading from my upcoming book tomorrow, April 2, 2009 @ the Blackbird Poetry Festival, Howard Community College, 3:30-5:00PM, RCF-400
Peace,
T
A Lesson Before Living
February 25th, 2009
We are not grasshoppers, with legs tied in
this race, nor are our paths pinned down by rails,
reinforced with concrete, gravity’s slaves.
No metal womb delivers us howling
to chisel hands, isotropic etchings,
gladiator cogs, sprockets made for sale.
We are not one way streets in a cheese chase,
tape measured blocks for tape measured living.
You can turn around on this track, cross lanes
of order, cross the bitch of clicks. You can,
if you wish, sabotage the reindeer games
of men, “prefer not to” live other’s plans,
defy office gangs and doors wearing names.
What one size fits all called to tongue-tie shoes?
Once the gun sounds, the course is up to you.
On Lou Dobbs, Chimps, and House Negroes
February 20th, 2009
On Lou Dobbs, Chimps, and House Negroes
As black man, it is always refreshing to watch some
of my white brothers and sisters (and pseudo black
people (like Richard Thompson Ford) break racism
down for me. It happened yesterday on an episode
of the Lou Dobbs Show when some very honorable
people explained that the cartoon in the New York
Post depicting a gunned down chip as the author of
the Stimulus Bill was not, in fact, racist. Whew! What
a relief it is to know that–to know that racism is just
an imagined something in my head. God bless that
man. Whatever would I do without him (or his stand
ins) telling me what to think? Now, if he could just
tell me how to get this copy of the New York Post
unstuck out of my toilet, I would be extremely grateful.
