These poems of radical love, urgency and global consciousness reach across borders to break open the silence of oppression and the taboo, liberating both body and soul.
Lively and enigmatic, Passion is June Jordan’s most accomplished and animated collection. Her virtuosic, resolute words have inspired generations of readers and activists across the world, from Nobel Laureates to US Presidents.
June Millicent Jordan (July 9, 1936 – June 14, 2002) was a Caribbean-American poet and activist.
Jordan received numerous honors and awards, including a 1969-70 Rockefeller grant for creative writing, a Yaddo Fellowship in 1979, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship in 1982, and the Achievement Award for International Reporting from the National Association of Black Journalists in 1984. Jordan also won the Lila Wallace Reader's Digest Writers Award from 1995 to 1998 as well as the Ground Breakers-Dream Makers Award from The Woman's Foundation in 1994.
She was included in Who's Who in America from 1984 until her death. She received the Chancellor's Distinguished Lectureship from UC Berkeley and the PEN Center USA West Freedom to Write Award (1991).
Why is it that so many older works by Black authors read "just like today"? Maybe because the topic is often violence and racism and injustice. Welcome to America, where you can count on the wrong Groundhog Days to keep repeating.
Exhibit A is June Jordan's Passion, a collection of poems written between 1977 and 1980. A glance at a few titles says it all: "Letter to the Local Police," "Poem About Police Violence," "Poem About South African Women," "Rape Is Not a Poem," "Poem About My Rights," "The Song of Sojourner Truth."
If, like Viet Thanh Nguyen, you think poets and writers are obligated to write political work, this is your poet. Clearly Jordan sees the pen as a call to arms, a means of calling out injustice. But she's more than a current events or Black and feminist writer. As seen in the poem below, she could wield a sense of humor and an appreciation for the natural world, too.
Evidently Looking at the Moon Requires a Clean Place to Stand
The forest dwindling narrow and irregular to darken out the starlight on the ground where needle shadows signify the moon a harsh a horizontal blank that lays the land implicit to the movement of your body is the moon
You'd think I was lying to you if I described precisely how implicit to the feeling of your lips are luminous announcements of more mystery than Arizona more than just the imperturbable convictions of the cow
headfirst into a philosophy and
so sexy chewing up the grass
Nicole Sealey wrote the introduction to the return of this book, which includes a nonfiction piece called "For the Sake of a People's Poetry: Walt Whitman and the Rest of Us." By that Jordan means you and me. Regular folk like good old Walt. People obliged to speak out no matter what their lot in life.
"And you an obstinate an elegant nail-bitten hand on quandaries of self-correction/ self-perfection as political as building your own bed to tell the truth in"
Passion is the first work I'm reading from June Jordan (finally), but it certainly won't be my last. This is a brilliant and beautiful poetry collection that epitomizes the expression "the personal is political." The poems address police brutality, rape, racism, misogyny, biphobia, and more. I'll have to reread this one eventually, but I definitely need to read more of her works. My favourite poems from this collection were Poem for Nana and Poem About My Rights, but it was a truly excellent collection from beginning to end. Highly recommended!
So much of this is so terribly relevant right now--police killing black men, rape with impunity, etc.
My favorite piece in this collection by far is "Poem about My Rights." I like to read poetry out loud to my self. This particular piece gave me chills.
The first poem, “Poem for Nana,” highlights the genocide of Indigenous Americans, with Jordan asking, plainly, “Where are the Indians?” (3). This question is repeated as Jordan describes the landscape around her, emphasizing the relationship between Indian genocide and American sense of place sought in the landscape. Anna Mae Pictou Aquash, a First Nations activist, is specifically named, as is the Trail of Broken Treaties (5). Jordan resists the narrative of genocide as a historical past, speaking its present violences into the contemporary. Across the volume, Jordan frames the various scales at which gendered violence occurs, whether it is aimed at an individual body or a nation. One of my other favorites, “Poem about My Rights” (87), stages a phenomenal encounter between the personal and the political, and it is absolutely exhausting but also infinitely rich to get through. This volume features plenty of her most iconic poems and lines while also showing a lot of great material than simply hasn't been anthologized. Her writing is funny, bashful, direct (see: "Poem about Police Violence"), but also inviting, super conversational, and, well, I would definitely run out of words if I tried to fully describe it. I also love her play with form and line breaking; this volume never feels stagnant because of the variety given to space and line movement.
Very slowly and carefully threaded my way through this one: some days I almost meditatively kicked off with a poem from this bundle, but sometimes weeks would pass without reading any, only to be followed by days in which I basically inhaled these pages. The beautiful thing about June Jordan is the feeling of always having something to go back to, reread, and re-feel (the rhythm of) these words. This bundle also made for a wonderful little surprise when ‘Poem about my rights’ suddenly popped up in the teaching materials of the last week!!!!
Oscillating between poetic exercises, poems about love, and striking political messages, June Jordan is always a treat to read. Sometimes radical, sometimes more Wadsworth than Huey Newton, her poetry meant something, means something, and will always mean something.
reminder to search for the original preface later. amazing as always- taking note of the push-pull of language here and everywhere in Jordan's work; whatever fits the tone gets thrown in, vacillating wildly between terminology, street-talk, verbose wordage, etc etc, its the ultimate in service of the greater needs of the poem in a way that's admirable, beautiful, and speaks to Jordan's multi-variant understanding of poetic/political form.
Strong collection, great range. Much of this still resonates today. I really thought the preface re: Walt Whitman was excellent and set the poetry in motion for me.
I have been enjoying the law and order of our community throughout the past three months since my wife and I, our two cats, and miscellaneous photographs of the six grandchildren belonging to our previous neighbors (with whom we were very close) arrived in Saratoga Springs which is clearly prospering under your custody
Indeed, until yesterday afternoon and despite my vigilant casting about, I have been unable to discover a single instance of reasons for public-spirited concern, much less complaint
You may easily appreciate, then, how it is that I write to your office, at this date, with utmost regret for the lamentable circumstances that force my hand
Speaking directly to the issue of the moment:
I have encountered a regular profusion of certain unidentified roses, growing to no discernible purpose, and according to no perceptible control, approximately one quarter mile west of the Northway, on the southern side
To be specific, there are practically thousands of the aforementioned abiding in perpetual near riot of wild behavior, indiscriminate coloring, and only the Good Lord Himself can say what diverse soliciting of promiscuous cross-fertilization
As I say, these roses, no matter what the apparent background, training, tropistic tendencies, age, or color, do not demonstrate the least inclination toward categorization, specified allegiance, resolute preference, consideration of the needs of others, or any other minimal traits of decency
May I point out that I did not assiduously seek out this colony, as it were, and that these certain unidentified roses remain open to viewing even by children, with or without suitable supervision
(My wife asks me to append a note as regards the seasonal but nevertheless seriously licentious phenomenon of honeysuckle under the moon that one may apprehend at the corner of Nelson and Main
However, I have recommended that she undertake direct correspondence with you, as regards this: yet another civic disturbance in our midst)
I am confident that you will devise and pursue appropriate legal response to the roses in question If I may aid your efforts in this respect, please do not hesitate to call me into consultation
What a book to hit my reading goal for the year with. Brutal and loving, ice and fire, tender and ferocious. Some all time favourites in this collection, I think, though as with all good poetry you really should let it brew for a bit (which I am ignoring in favour of shouting about it in this review). It's about love, hate, politics, rape, police, the expanse of America and what it has been bent into by fearful power hoarders. Not without trigger warnings, but it's an honest appraisal of a country and its people.
The Preface of the Penguin Archive edition is a surprising dissection of poetry in America, and after that my favourites include Case in Point, Patricia's Poem, An Explanation Always Follows, Letter to the Local Police, A Song of Sojourner Truth, calling it quits, Rape is Not a Poem, Poem About My Rights and From America: A Poem in Process.
But I'm sharing one that fits in here, not least because it shows off the razor wit veined through Jordan's deep passion.
A Short Note to My Very Critical and Well-Beloved Friends and Comrades
"First they said I was too light Then they said I was too dark Then they said I was too different Then they said I was too much the same Then they said I was too young Then they said I was too old Then they said I was too interracial Then they said I was too much a nationalist Then they said I was too silly Then they said I was too angry Then they said I was too idealistic Then they said I was too confusing altogether: Make up your mind! They said. Are you militant or sweet? Are you vegetarian or meat? Are you straight or are you gay?
“Poem about my rights” is a world stopping poem. So is “free flight”. But she also makes you laugh. She also takes you to different geographies. Her poetic voice coaxes you into following her. If you ever see this, just buy it. So much to learn from June Jordan, still. About love. About resistance. About connection. About commitment. About life. She’s a phenomenal poet. And to quote Alice Walker quoting June Jordan:
“And for ourselves, the intrinsic “purpose” is to reach, and to remember, and to declare our commitment to all the living, without deceit, and without fear, and without reservation. We do what we can. And by doing it, we keep ourselves trusting, which is to say, vulnerable, and more than that, what can anyone ask?”
definitely my favorite collection this year… jordan’s voice is so conversational and soooo lyrical! funny and cutting in equal measure and often both! fave pieces: “poem of personal greeting for fidel,” “patricia’s poem,” “sketching in the transcendental,” and ESPECIALLY “free flight” and “inaugural rose”
I’m not a huge poetry person, but this was absolutely fantastic. Also, leftist politics make everything better. What can I say, I’m a simple guy.
But seriously, June Jordan is so fucking cool. I can also recommend the documentary ‘A Place of Rage’ with June Jordan and Angela Davis. It’s on youtube and fucking fantastic.
This is some of the first poetry I’ve read since my GCSEs and it was so beautiful. I think I’ll need to reread when I’m back in the correct mindset to think more deeply about what some of the poems mean, but generally the themes and poems were haunting reads and still relevant so many decades after they were written.
this put me on June Jordan! excited to learn more about this brilliant jamaican born bed-stuy queer poet. Was going to try and list all my favorite but instead just the first three: Case in Point, Patrcia's Poem, TV is Easy Next to Life.
The voice and the eyes that surround us now she had back in the 70s. Strong works on what fills your life - the energy, the violence, the contemplation on how to consider others.
I have always loved "Alla That's All Right, but" but I found "Evidently looking at the mean requires a clean place to stand" is an excellent name for a poem. Lovely and beautiful. ❣️❣️
Some were a hit, some were a miss! Regardless, it is nice to sit with a poetry collection that forces one to take it slow and spend time with each poem.