Maya Angelou (3)

Following Guy’s birth, Maya Johnson had a number of jobs to be able to support herself and her son.
After World War II she married Anastasios Tosh Angelopoulos, a Greek electrician, former sailor, and aspiring musician, and when they divorced, three years later, she kept his surname becoming Maya Angelou.
In the meantime, she worked as a nightclub waitress and danced in a strip club, which was very important to her as she was discovered there by a theatre group and auditioned for an international tour of “Porgy and Bess”, winning a role. From 1954 to 1955, she toured Europe, and began her practice of learning the language of every country she visited. During that tour, “Porgy and Bess” (*) was presented for the first time at La Scala in Milan in February 1955

Maya Angelou also acted in several plays on and off Broadway, including “Cabaret for Freedom” in 1960. She organized this event after meeting civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. and hearing him speak, in order to raise funds for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, of which she was named Coordinator.

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(*) “Porgy and Bess” is an English-language opera by the American composer George Gershwin that brought America’s racial divide to life
The libretto of Porgy and Bess tells the story of Porgy, a disabled black street-beggar living in the slums of Charleston and his attempts to rescue Bess from the clutches of Crown, her violent and possessive lover, and Sportin’ Life, her drug dealer. The opera plot generally follows the stage play.
In the years following Gershwin’s death, Porgy and Bess was adapted both for smaller scale performances and as a film in 1959. Some of the songs in the opera, such as “Summertime”, became popular and frequently recorded songs

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  1. Luisa ti lascio la poesia di Maya che preferisco:

    Willie era un uomo senza fama,
    Difficilmente qualcuno conosceva il suo nome.
    Disabile e claudicante, camminava sempre zoppicando,
    Diceva “Io continuo a muovermi
    Mi muovo sempre allo stesso modo”

    La solitudine era il regno della sua testa,
    Il vuoto era il suo compagno nel letto,
    Il dolore faceva eco ad ogni suo passo,
    Diceva “Io continuo a seguire
    Dove i capi mi condurranno”

    “Posso piangere e morirò,
    Ma il mio spirito è l’anima di ogni primavera,
    Guardatemi e vedrete
    Che sono presente nelle canzoni che cantano i bambini”

    La gente lo chiamava “Zio”, “Ragazzo” ed “Hey”,
    Dicevano, “non puoi vivere così un solo altro giorno”
    Poi aspettavano di sentire cos’avrebbe risposto
    Lui diceva “Io vivo
    Nei giochi che giocano i bambini”

    “Potete entrare nel mio sonno, popolare i miei sogni,
    Minacciare il mio riposo di prima mattina,
    Ma io continuerò a venire seguire ridere piangere,
    Certo come una brezza estiva”

    “Aspettatemi, guardatemi.
    Il mio spirito sono le onde del mare aperto.
    Cercatemi, chiedete di me,
    Sono lo stormire delle foglie d’autunno”

    “Quando sorge il sole
    Io sono il tempo.
    Quando i bambini cantano
    Io sono la rima”

    (Willie , da “And Still I Rise” di Maya Angelou)

    😀 😀 😀

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    1. WILLIE
      Willie was a man without fame
      Hardly anybody knew his name.
      Crippled and limping, always walking lame,
      He said, “I keep on movin’
      Movin’ just the same.”

      Solitude was the climate in his head
      Emptiness was the partner in his bed,
      Pain echoed in the steps of his tread,
      He said, “I keep on followin’
      Where the leaders led.”

      I may cry and I will die,
      But my spirit is the soul of every spring,
      Watch for me and you will see
      That I’m present in the songs that children sing.”

      People called him “Uncle,” “Boy” and “Hey,”
      Said, “You can’t live through this another day.”
      Then, they waited to hear what he would say.
      He said, “I’m living
      In the games that children play.

      “You may enter my sleep, people my dreams,
      Threaten my early morning’s ease,
      But I keep comin’ followin’ laughin’ cryin’,
      Sure as a summer breeze.

      “Wait for me, watch for me.
      My spirit is the surge of open seas.
      Look for me, ask for me,
      I’m the rustle in the autumn leaves.

      “When the sun rises
      I am the time.
      When the children sing
      I am the Rhyme.”

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