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ARTE NOIR EDITORIAL

Hilary Northcraft

NIKKI GIOVANNI ASCENDS TO A NEW DIMENSION


"I’m a big fan of Black women because in our blood is space travel. We’ve come from a known, through an unknown to an unknown." 

-Nikki Giovanni in Going to Mars: The Nikki Giovanni Project


Nikki Giovanni. Image credit © Nikki Giovanni


On December 9th, the poet, author, activist, intellectual, and one of the world's great iconoclasts, Nikki Giovanni, became an ancestor. When she was starting out as a writer, she formed her own company and self-published her first book of poetry.


"My dream was not to publish or to even be a writer: my dream was to discover something no one else had thought of. I guess that’s why I’m a poet. We put things together in ways no one else does."


Shortly after, she asked the owner of The Birdland Jazz Club in New York if she could hold a poetry reading in their space. She proposed hosting it on a Sunday night when Birdland was typically closed. He told her she could only do it if she could bring in at least 100 guests; if there were only 99, he'd close the doors. Ms. Giovanni delivered, a line forming out the door and down the block of fans eager to witness her creative magic. She went on to become a candid and empathetic voice, writing about everything from race, politics, equality, love, Black life, and space exploration. She penned over thirty books, including children's books and books of poetry, holds the keys to more than a dozen cities, won seven NAACP Awards, was a Grammy Award and National Book Award nominee, got "Thug Life" tatted on her forearm, and even had a species of bat named in her honor (Micronycteris giovanniae). She liked to cook, travel, and dream. She was a writer. She was happy.


Thank you for your gifts, Ms. Giovanni.


"Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)"

Nikki Giovanni, 1968


I was born in the congo

I walked to the fertile crescent and built   

the sphinx

I designed a pyramid so tough that a star   

that only glows every one hundred years falls   

into the center giving divine perfect light

I am bad


I sat on the throne   

drinking nectar with allah

I got hot and sent an ice age to europe   

to cool my thirst

My oldest daughter is nefertiti   

the tears from my birth pains   

created the nile

I am a beautiful woman


I gazed on the forest and burned   

out the sahara desert   

with a packet of goat’s meat   

and a change of clothes

I crossed it in two hours

I am a gazelle so swift   

so swift you can’t catch me


    For a birthday present when he was three

I gave my son hannibal an elephant   

He gave me rome for mother’s day

My strength flows ever on


My son noah built new/ark and

I stood proudly at the helm   

as we sailed on a soft summer day

I turned myself into myself and was   

jesus   

men intone my loving name   

All praises All praises

I am the one who would save


I sowed diamonds in my back yard

My bowels deliver uranium   

the filings from my fingernails are   

semi-precious jewels   

On a trip north

I caught a cold and blew

My nose giving oil to the arab world

I am so hip even my errors are correct

I sailed west to reach east and had to round off   

the earth as I went   

The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid   

across three continents


I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal

I cannot be comprehended   

except by my permission


I mean . . . I . . . can fly   

like a bird in the sky . . .


REST IN POWER, NIKKI GIOVANNI. Image credit © Nikki Giovanni


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