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Shango Diaspora: An African-American Myth of Womanhood and Love
Angela Jackson is native of Mississippi who is known for her rich talent and wonderful versatility in writing literature. She has written many volumes of poems, several short stories, plays, and a popular romance novel. Although she is very versatile, Angela is best known for her talent in writing poetry. Her use of metaphors and intensive language is admired by many, and she is also very well known as an incredible reader in public of her own poetry and stories.
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Published January 1, 1980
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January 5, 2017
Put simply, this play is poetry. Here’s a glimpse:
“So here I go down the line of women wounded like a row of moons. And we all look alike crying the same blues.”
“Woman is a language of no more than tree; he roots, he branches, he breaks, he leaves.”
I always had a thing or two for polysemy. It makes one wonders. So what does he do? He prunes the tree cultivating the earth (I holler for this); or he ruins the tree destroying the earth?
Shango Diaspora is a parody play about growing out of romantic imaginations into, well, more mature romantic imaginations. The events are marked by a suggestiveness of reality, something real but shaded surreal—hidden beneath the postmodern dance of signifiers—the playful chaos and dancelike celebration of celebrations. It’s just like me writing this—OR you writing that.
But really, it’s about a girl falling in love—getting disappointed—going on a journey—getting initiated in hoodoo ritual—GETTING BACK—GETTING THE GUY BACK—getting married—and that’s that!
Read it. It’s a fun journey.
“So here I go down the line of women wounded like a row of moons. And we all look alike crying the same blues.”
“Woman is a language of no more than tree; he roots, he branches, he breaks, he leaves.”
I always had a thing or two for polysemy. It makes one wonders. So what does he do? He prunes the tree cultivating the earth (I holler for this); or he ruins the tree destroying the earth?
Shango Diaspora is a parody play about growing out of romantic imaginations into, well, more mature romantic imaginations. The events are marked by a suggestiveness of reality, something real but shaded surreal—hidden beneath the postmodern dance of signifiers—the playful chaos and dancelike celebration of celebrations. It’s just like me writing this—OR you writing that.
But really, it’s about a girl falling in love—getting disappointed—going on a journey—getting initiated in hoodoo ritual—GETTING BACK—GETTING THE GUY BACK—getting married—and that’s that!
Read it. It’s a fun journey.
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