Foreword my upcoming publication: Written Against Cultural Stagnation By: Anthony Pearson


Written against Cultural Stagnation is based on the idea that the world around us is growing and changing right before our eyes. It’s the idea that we have an obligation to our ourselves and our families to grow and change with the times. This is the idea that we are at a point in American history by “accident”. This is a time where we all must take responsibility for our actions, whether right or wrong. This is the idea that to be human is to err, while recognizing that all errors have lessons to provide. It’s the idea that a positive train of thought will be the driving force of a nation headed in a new direction. This is an idea written specifically at the same time universally. This is a short journey through the thought process of a young Black male from Irvington, NJ. The objective is to express my thoughts on a range of topics, which I feel are relevant to our everyday lives in society, through poetry and prose. Written Against Cultural Stagnation is my release. This is my first published collection and in many ways it has come at a perfect time for me personally. We have been thrust into a time where many aspects of society which were deemed as “taboo” have been at the forefront of this country’s conversation. Whether we like it or not, we are forced into forming a round table of thoughts and feelings regarding some of the most critical issues involving not only us but the US as a whole. I am a true believer in things happening for reasons. So with that being said, welcome to Written Against Cultural Stagnation. Proving evolution is constant.

Regina's Word of the Moment

Isaiah 61:1-21.

The spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to blind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.2. To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn.

All Poetry Written by: A. Pearson
All Artwork by: G. Wise

Barack Obama Makes History

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Dear Mr. President

Don’t think it’s because you’re Black that I support you
Even though that fact is a factor, I have to warn you
After this election, accountable you become
to not only US, but to this whole nation you run
Remember Watergate? The history of those tapes?
Make no mistake, they don’t want you to be great, so they might make
Rogue moves, you’re in a chess game with fools
you be the king, matter of fact, just be you
Picture Bobby and Malcolm, John and Martin
paving your path to surpassing odds and margins
Really, do people really know that content of character
plays the greatest deciding factor when people back you
Even though you had a fiery pastor
composure you held, certainly you quelled the madness
Speaking on Race in in America in front of America
the one act nobody attempted since Martin was telling us
In dreams reality breathes a cool breeze
under fire you were never ignited, forcing your critics to breathe
Deeply, in anticipation of defeat, in my mind I see the ironing of white sheets
Even with the progress we’ve made, you’re still a shade too dark
but look who the jokes on, the Thomas Jefferson’s at heart
Now the crossroad is here, the choice is clear
we haven’t had a President in 8 years
The only thing we had was warfare, failing schools, and a frail economy, among others,
please follow through on your policies brother.

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Brick City Blues by: A. Pearson

In a city where negativity brews
the energies of frustration and desperation fuse
creating a loss for words, so much for the good news
ironically, I’ve seen Blood members singing the blues
In a city where time changes by the hour
one minute it’s calm, the next second tears shower
creating puddles of pain, the pavement receives flowers
while candles illuminate a situation that towers
Over a city where at anytime attitudes can ooze
into the cracks of rationality, when that happens we all lose
It’s created a monster, the cauldron pot stews
a mixture wicked in its intention, which path will we choose
In a city which is ours, holding historical power
though over the decades we became sour
where tasteless acts of rage devours
mind frames of young brains, change is about us.

*from Written Against Cultural Stagnation