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


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Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Fire Within

Within me is a fire being stoked
by the presence of lost hope
among the environment as a whole
In the dark are the children of a brighter generation
Misguided
so products of the environment are what we are raising
You see, it’s not about the black fist raising
or the lessons the elders gave us
It’s about awareness gaining
the recognition of the blessings in our favor

The flame within me is karma
manifested in my persona
resurrecting the idea of honor
An open path to Heavenly math
where One nation is the product
of God times Man
It burns to learn the depth of my path
when silence was once golden
it is devaluing fast
Though our past holds pain
we’ve been seeing some glory
but through tunnel vision
we can not see the whole story

The fire in me is scorching
My paper becomes ashes forming
blowing into the wind
while the ink from my pen bleeds thin
My degrees allow my hands to craft nothing
now the freedom in my mind
must scribe something
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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