Mythology of Pussy

The Mythology of Pussy



Pussy is a many splendid thing. Pussy power has been known to help construct civilizations and destroy them. Wars have been fought over pussy. And the most powerful men in the world have been brought low behind pussy. What a powerful thing it is, totally confounding men time after time, season after season, century after century. The more men learn about pussy, the more they forget—or shall we say, they got it (theory) but didn’t get it (the practice).

It would probably be proper to first discuss the mythology of dick before discussing the mythology of pussy, but for dramatic effect we will continue our discussion of pussy, for it is common sense that what is good for the goose is good for the gander. And furthermore, there is more oppression in the world caused by men’s attitude toward pussy than toward their dick, although the patriarchal society gives dominance to the dick, but in the male’s headlong rush to enter the pussy, he becomes blind to his own sexuality and consumed by the need to plunge his organ inside the vagina. In his blindness and his resulting sexual pathology, he becomes numb to the reality that the female is more than pussy, that pussy has a mind, a brain, a cornucopia of emotions based on phases of the moon. “If you think I am just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring”, says a poem by Phavia Kujichagulia.

But rather than consider the totality of pussy, let’s limit our discussion to the physicality of pussy, although we may, by the end of this essay, arrive at a more holistic attitude toward pussy. In our initial discussion here, let us then deal with pussy as a physical thing, somehow unconnected to the phenomenon known as “woman.”

Let us begin by saying pussy is transient, elusive and ephemeral. “See,” a woman demonstrated to me as she jumped, “When I jumped my pussy jumped—therefore my pussy belongs to me.” Thus the locus of control of pussy is with the pussy, not any external source such as a man, based on marriage rites and patriarchal social definitions of authority, or de facto slavery when the female is viewed as chattel (personal) property. “I pay the cost to be the boss.”

The time is way past for men to get a grip on themselves regarding the matter of pussy and their warped attitude toward it that is primitive, reactionary and in the modern world forces men into court mandated anger management classes, and often jail and prison as a result of domestic violence. The purpose of this discussion is to bring about progressive consciousness on this matter so that men finally “get it,” and in the process free the woman of oppression and free themselves as well, so both man and woman can pursue their divinity by transcending the focus on sexuality to the higher level of spirituality.

Of course the roots of this sexual dysfunction are religious based—and nearly all the religions are guilty, certainly the patriarchal religions, Judaism, Christianity, Islam.

The educational system enforces the religious order by the sin of omission or saying nothing. After all, a person can attend the highest universities in the land, Harvard, Yale, Stanford, without ever having a class on human sexuality or male/female psychology and socialization.

And so the male, in the absence of manhood training, is left to his own ignorant notions of the nature and value of pussy. His main concern is that the pussy is his and nobody else’s. That he can come and go into the pussy at will, at his beck and call. Of course this is a mental blindness he must overcome immediately so he can enter the road to spiritual maturation.

He cannot continue throughout his life in these enlightened times with such backward notions of pussy. Pussy is never static but ever moving, dynamic and fluid. Pussy told me, “I can come with anyone.” But in the cave man’s mind, pussy is static, thus the man is shocked when pussy shows its fluid and dynamic nature jumping in tune with another dick or pussy for that matter. These days, pussies are jumping in tune with each other, partly due to male ignorance of feminine psychosexuality, but more importantly due to the effeminization of black males by societal forces or institutional racism.

The social construct has always been to keep the black male from the reins of power. In the Sisyphusian mythology, we advance to retreat, for with each advance the rules change so we must renew the march up the hill, for the closer we get, the more the mountain top retreats to higher ground. The 60s was the great leap forward in black manhood, but it was crushed of necessity by the US government—black men were determined to take power by force of arms—which could only mean civil war, so they had to be stopped—no society can risk civil unrest by its slaves or former slaves and/or their descendants.

This rush to manhood had to be stopped by any means necessary, infiltration, agent provocateurs, disinformation, sabotage, conspiracy, murder, false charges leading to imprisonment or exile, drugs, sex and rock and roll.

Perhaps a well disciplined army could have withstood the barrage from the oppressor America, but brothers went mad with power, misusing pussy while the government used pussy to destroy the movement by using pussy power to cause chaos in the movement.

Sonia wrote, “What a white woman got cept her white pussy?” She also told us about brothers taking pussy in the name of Fanon, Fanon, Fanon—the “revolutionary screw!”

As activist parents were terrorized by the oppressor, the men in turn terrorized the women, often beating them in the name of black power. The children took note of this parental behavior and some of the males emulated their fathers. And daughters emulated their mothers by remaining passive and submitting to male oppression. The religions enforced this notion of male domination or “leadership.” But when the blind lead the blind, they both fall into the ditch together. How can the male lead when he is ignorant to knowledge of self? Has no knowledge of Supreme Wisdom, or if he does, he doesn't know how to apply it! So he is blind, yet he is supposed to be in authority over his woman—his pussy, rather. This doesn’t make sense!The women fled from this ignorance to embrace each other, finally free from male terrorism, the man who only saw her pussy as pussy, never having a name, a personality and spirituality.

The gay/lesbian revolution caught the fallout from the failure of the pussy culture, the deconstruction of the patriarchy that could not remain in the process of the modern technological revolution that forced the woman out of the house as chattel slave--and once she saw the city, she would never return to the country. World War II brought her the beginning of economic independence with the desecration of the male population from the war. It instituted the matrifocal household or female dominated culture that would become pervasive as we entered the new millennium. The 60s revolution was the last outbreak of black manhood, afterwhich came the crushing power of the state to crush his nuts back into the sands of time, drugging him out, imprisonment, lack of economic opportunity and homosexuality took its toll.

After losing control of the pussy forever, some men turned into pussy, became weak and passive, a disgusting representation of the macho man so familiar to the female who concluded if she was going to have a woman she might as well have a real woman. Terrified of the new woman, the pussy man turned to his own kind for support, adding to the devastation of his gender. Do not think societal forces had no play in his deconstruction, for the 60s terrorized him as much as he had terrified the state--and of course the state won with its awesome police and military power. The state went a step further: it turned the male against himself, his brotherhood, by supplying the drugs and guns that would further deplete the male population by creating internal fear as well as external.

As his woman seized power allowed her by the state and given her by the powerlessness of her man who suffered a military and political defeat after the 60s rebellion, the next generation of males tried to continue the sexual domination with the rise of hip hop culture, the culture that is the direct descendant of 60s black power culture. The young males saw their fathers abuse their mothers and continued the tradition, even trying to extend the pimp/ho culture. So the black woman had a moment of glory when she became a "queen" in the sixties, but by the 80s she was depicted as ho, dog, bitch, even with her advance education and attempt at economic parity, thus equality. In short, his woman was completely and forevermore out of control unless he accepted reciprocity which was anathema to the patriarchal ideal of dominating the pussy.

But with female economic security, the woman would not tolerate his reactionary view of her as pussy. Or maybe she would flip the script and make him her boy toy, to be kicked out at her whim, depending on her emotional disposition or phases of the moon.

Alona Clifton, a political woman in the Bay Area, asked what happened to the love revealed in the song, I Love You Porgey? Indeed, the passion is gone, the chase, the capture, the triumph of domination. It is all fake these days. No one is true, but lies prevail and pervade the love ritual. What has love got to do with it, Tina asked? And Janet said, "What have you done for me lately?" And so we have arrived at a moment in the sun wherein the Creator has things fixed, as Sun Ra taught me, either do the right thing, or we can't go forward or backward in our relationships. Relationships are fragile at best, with men and women filled with insecurity.

Look at the tragic love affair of the young quarterback. It represents the woman asserting her rights to the dick, and so the script has flipped. She owns the penis now, are we not to assume, to the extent that she would blast him four times while he slept. Young men beware, things ain't like they used to be and never will be again. "If you think I'm just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring," says Phavia.



--Marvin X

Michael as King Tut

Michael As King Tut

Boy king
like Tut
smasher of idols

old school religion
hailer of One God
made shahadah
beyond priests of Amen
sang poems of a new world
hail to Ra Supreme
Michael rode his boat ashore
down Nile
Remember the Time?
A song for amnesia people
Look in the Mirror!
those who deny self
wannabe werewolves


Tut lived three thousand years ago
but came again
see him today
coffin of gold
a glove
will live three thousand years
marvel at him
king of pop
how did he do it
out smart those priests
the Amen crowd
stone throwers
let us praise the good
of the boy king
no matters his foibles
flaws
sing a happy song
praise to the Sun.

He wanted to live forever
and shall
no matter what
the evil ones
haters all
Michael took his place
among the stars
sacred love songs
we shall sing forever.
Ra. Ra. Ra.
--Marvin X

Toward the Black Agenda

No matter what the issue, I think if a million black people gathered in DC with an agenda and refused to leave until their demands were met, Prez Obama would entertain them. What is the BlackAgenda?
1. Reparations, land, self-determination.
2. General amnesty for all prisoners.
3. Marshall Plan for the Hood
4. One man, one vote
5. A radical black education fit for human beings.
6. National health insurance
7. Forgive the black debt.
8. Departure of police occupying army in the hood
9. Establish community elder councils with conscious elders.
10. Micro loans as opposed to jobs so youth and adults can come up
--Marvin X

Men's Minds Failing: Fear

Men's Minds Failing: Fear

Marvin X

We have never been in anything that can be called a normal state of mind. There has never been grief counseling from the trauma and terror of the Middle Passage, the Maafa, or quite simply the kidnapping, rape and murder of slavery and the post slavery deconstruction of our minds with the additional terror of lynching and segregation. So at no time in our history have we been anything close to sane as a people. We have used the Blues as antidote, along with Jesus and gambling, sex, but Dr. Hare has said no amount of the above will eliminate our social angst and shattered cultural striving. And then the Sisyphus syndrome: we rise and fall, strive and fail, according to our own efforts and the societal winds. Cast your fate to the wind!

Now, at the final stage of imperialism--for who wants to be a wage slave in the global "free market" economy, we find ourselves mentally disconcerted with no social security for our black behinds. The world is rapidly metamorphosing into a new economic era, new powers on the horizon, China, India, Brazil, Russia. What shall Africa do, what role shall we play--we cannot continue as wage slaves, consumers, but shall be forced to produce something of value to the global marketplace, otherwise we shall have no role in it, except, perhaps, as soldiers to defend imperialism or victims of the same with a life-estate condo in the many prisons and jails awaiting us who have outlived our usefulness.

The symbols tell the story: clothing with military patches or prison garb. That is the choice: join the war for drugs, oil, neo-slaves, or remain passive in the vice of the petrochemical and pharmaceutical globalists. Eat their food that is not food and take their medicine that is not medicine for it never heals, yet the cost is high--death is the result of this game between the petrochemical and pharmaceutical.

Only a superman and superwoman can withstand the barrage coming at us, the weak easily fall by the wayside, perplexed, hoodwinked and bamboozled. They have no understanding of what's going on, as Marvin Gaye sang--it's too complex, the nature of the problem too intense for understanding by the simple minded. We are duped by neo-colonialism in black face, the most wretched kind perfected in Africa fifty years ago and now reaching it's ultimate in America. Our ignorance of affairs throughout the Americas, the leftist winds blowing below the border we seldom hear, know or care anything about, may one day soon consume us as it sweeps up from Mexico. While we stride about with pants sagging, the hungry ones come to replace us. Cleaver said we are tired in our genes from all the work our ancestors performed, and so we shall be replaced. Or perhaps we are that crop of seeds that was a dud, of no value even as food for the pigs.

How shall we return to a sanity we never had? Some of us maintained some semblance of family life, but are not most of us dysfunctional to a high degree, though so many pretend, front, fake, as in the Great Pretender--knowing all along something is very very wrong, something stinks. We need to see the doctor, talk to someone, we need help. And yet the mental health clinic is closed, the doctor is out to lunch. Even the doctor is sick, overwhelmed by the level of severity of his patients. Listen to my voice message: 510-355-6339.

Upon entering prison for a few months, the brothers told me no matter what, don't get sick. And so it is out here in the big yard, don't get sick. Heal yourself, look at the man in the mirror, remember the time....Memory is healing for memory was lost and must return as in amnesia, and ours is a collective amnesia, an entire people go about their daily round deaf, dumb and blind. There are two exhibits in the Bay Area we need to see: King Tut and Africans in Mexico. Go see them and remember the time. They may help heal our social angst and shattered cultural strivings, as Dr. Hare noted.

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Save the date: Sat., August 1, 3-5 pm, book signing and conversation with Marvin X, Joyce Gordon Gallery, 14th and Franklin, downtown Oakland. Sponsored by the Oakland Post Newspaper Group and Black Dialogue Brothers. Admission with book purchase. This event is a benefit for Black Bird Press. Call 510-355-6339.

Men's Minds Failing: Fear

Men's Minds Failing: Fear

Marvin X

We have never been in anything that can be called a normal state of mind. There has never been grief counseling from the trauma and terror of the Middle Passage, the Maafa, or quite simply the kidnapping, rape and murder of slavery and the post slavery deconstruction of our minds with the additional terror of lynching and segregation. So at no time in our history have we been anything close to sane as a people. We have used the Blues as antidote, along with Jesus and gambling, sex, but Dr. Hare has said no amount of the above will eliminate our social angst and shattered cultural striving. And then the Sisyphus syndrome: we rise and fall, strive and fail, according to our own efforts and the societal winds. Cast your fate to the wind!

Now, at the final stage of imperialism--for who wants to be a wage slave in the global "free market" economy, we find ourselves mentally disconcerted with no social security for our black behinds. The world is rapidly metamorphosing into a new economic era, new powers on the horizon, China, India, Brazil, Russia. What shall Africa do, what role shall we play--we cannot continue as wage slaves, consumers, but shall be forced to produce something of value to the global marketplace, otherwise we shall have no role in it, except, perhaps, as soldiers to defend imperialism or victims of the same with a life-estate condo in the many prisons and jails awaiting us who have outlived our usefulness.

The symbols tell the story: clothing with military patches or prison garb. That is the choice: join the war for drugs, oil, neo-slaves, or remain passive in the vice of the petrochemical and pharmaceutical globalists. Eat their food that is not food and take their medicine that is not medicine for it never heals, yet the cost is high--death is the result of this game between the petrochemical and pharmaceutical.

Only a superman and superwoman can withstand the barrage coming at us, the weak easily fall by the wayside, perplexed, hoodwinked and bamboozled. They have no understanding of what's going on, as Marvin Gaye sang--it's too complex, the nature of the problem too intense for understanding by the simple minded. We are duped by neo-colonialism in black face, the most wretched kind perfected in Africa fifty years ago and now reaching it's ultimate in America. Our ignorance of affairs throughout the Americas, the leftist winds blowing below the border we seldom hear, know or care anything about, may one day soon consume us as it sweeps up from Mexico. While we stride about with pants sagging, the hungry ones come to replace us. Cleaver said we are tired in our genes from all the work our ancestors performed, and so we shall be replaced. Or perhaps we are that crop of seeds that was a dud, of no value even as food for the pigs.

How shall we return to a sanity we never had? Some of us maintained some semblance of family life, but are not most of us dysfunctional to a high degree, though so many pretend, front, fake, as in the Great Pretender--knowing all along something is very very wrong, something stinks. We need to see the doctor, talk to someone, we need help. And yet the mental health clinic is closed, the doctor is out to lunch. Even the doctor is sick, overwhelmed by the level of severity of his patients. Listen to my voice message: 510-355-6339.

Upon enter prison for a few months, the brothers told me no matter what, don't get sick. And so it is out here in the big yard, don't get sick. Heal yourself, look at the man in the mirror, remember the time....Memory is healing for memory was lost and must return as in amnesia, and our is a collective amnesia, an entire people go about their daily round deaf, dumb and blind. There are two exhibits in the Bay Area we need to see: King Tut and Africans in Mexico. Go see them and remember the time. They may help heal our social angst and shattered cultural strivings, as Dr. Hare noted.

Love is all there is

Yes, it's all there is
a little time shared
for a moment a forever
growing tension
Impatient
giving agape
unconditional
love
years of ignorance
love persisted
ordeal by fire
rituals of life
myths bound
we know the drill
the story
we live myth
extending time
infinite
joy love happiness
it comes
we blow it
blind
unsure
a child in the garden
dreaming
acting out the myths
what happened
manhood/womanhood training
we don't kill the lion
we kill each other
such is the ritual crucifixion
resurrection
ascension.

--Marvin X
7-1-09

Get Well Soon

Wanda,

Yes, I've broken hearts and had mine broken as well. But I feel good this morning aside from soreness from the operation. I remained in the hospital until they could give me a cortisone shot for my shoulder--I can actually move my right arm this morning.
Wanda, Adaoma, Lil Joe, Fahizah, Nicole, Suzzette, Ayo, Ramal, Rashid, Phil, Ptah, Amiri, Amina, Abdul Sabri, Abdul James, Hasan James, Aubrey Labrie, Jah-D, Amira, Debbie, Judy, Ptah, Nicole (my personal assistant), Tarika Lewis and Muhammida, thank you for your love and concern. Thank all of you everywhere.

That hospital is no place to be somebody. We must pray for all of our people in hospitals throughout this land. And we should work to establish our own hospitals as a nation of fifty million people, as Elijah told us to do. In the myth of Yacoub, three people worked to create the devil: the doctor, nurse and undertaker. Poor Michael Jackson (peace be upon him--it is said he died the death of a Muslim--"Remember the Time"/"Man in the Mirror") had the doctor at his side but it didn't help. Imagine all of us who don't have a private doctor at our side. Now he is in the hands of the undertaker? What will the autopsy reveal, truth or lies?

I also want to thank Dr. Wang and my nurse, Sister J, for their kindness during this "minor" operation. Love is healing. As my favorite song Nature Boy says, the greatest thing you will ever learn is to love and be loved in return.
Peace and love,
Marvin X

From: "wsab1@aol.com" To: jmarvinx@yahoo. comSent: Wednesday, July 1, 2009 12:50:02 AMSubject: Re: [blackantiwar] Get Well MarvinGreetings Marvin:I hadn't known you were ill. I'm glad to hear you are back home and doing better. Had you had heart trouble before?Peace and Blessings,Wanda-----Original Message-----From: Marvin X Jackmon To: blackantiwar@ yahoogroups. com; amirib@aol.com; abdulsbry@yahoo. com; falim@aol.com; aubryla@comcast. net; arthur sheridan gmail.com>; shukuru@aol. com; niecwill@surewest. net; Nathan Hare ; askia38@yahoo. com; Deborah Ashay ; bbstring2@bellsouth .net; drjuliahare@ pacbell.net; goodnewspc@aol. com; rudolphlewis@ hotmail.com; Sonia Sanchez ; wordslanger@ gmail.com; WSAB1@aol.com; stagolee@mac. comSent: Tue, Jun 30, 2009 8:51 pmSubject: Re: [blackantiwar] Get Well Marvin

Thanks for your concern. I am in pain as I have been suffering a shoulder injury from a fall some months ago. Then the pacemaker was put on the right side, same as the shoulder injury--I had them put it there because I am left handed, but it put me in double pain. As a former dope fiend, I tried to suck up all the morphine in the hospital before they threw me out. If I eat at home the same servings the hospital gave me, I will surely lose some weight.

The Black Dialogue Brothers have decided to produce the University of Poetry Festival to honor Digane Joe Gonsalves, publisher if the Journal of Black Poetry.

Notes on the Journal of Black Poetry Festival

Marvin X, Chief Planner

Tentative date for the Journal of Black Poetry Festival: February, 2010.
Purpose: To give honor and respect to Brother Dingane Joe Goncalves, publisher and editor of the Journal of Black Poetry JBP. The invited poets and planners include Amiri Baraka, Askia Toure, Nikki Giovanni, Sonia Sanchez, Last Poets, Haki Madhubuti, Kalamu ya Salaam, Amina Baraka, Eugene Redman, Rudolph Lewis, Tureeda, Ayodele Nzinga, Naru, Ptah, Marcel Diallo, Tureeda, Ishmael Reed, Devorah Major, Al Young, Jose Angel Figerora, Nefertiti El Muhajir, Muhammida El Muhajir, Larry Ukali Johnson, Reginald Lockett, Devorah Major, Marvin X.
As per funding, we should consider that the JBP was published independently without corporate or government funding. Shall we continue this tradition of do for self with respect to funding this festival, since this project is a continuation of the cultural revolution that will impact the consciousness of participants, especially the hip hop generation. And why should we beg corporations and foundations to do for us what we should do for ourselves?

If every interested poet would donate a hundred or thousand dollars, we could pull this off independently. If poets would be willing to pay their own airfare and lodging, that would be a nice chunk out of the budget. We have a tentative facility at Oakland's Eastside Arts Center. Laney College is nearby and we expect the students at Laney's Club Knowledge to be a part of the planning to insure the hip hop generation is represented in this intergenerational gathering.

Anyway, tell me your thoughts on funding, agenda and expected outcome. Marvin X, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley CA 94702..
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Journal of Black Poetry Festival

Marvin X is the chief planner of The Journal of Black Poetry Festival being organized for sometime next year. He is calling on all Pan African poets to participate. The JBP festival has the backing of founding publisher/editor Dingane Joe Goncalves. All poets who were published in the JBP are being drafted to participate. Nikki Giovanni has informed Marvin X she will contribute since her first published poem appeared in the Journal. Some of the editors included Amiri Baraka, Sonia Sanchez, Askia Toure, Larry Neal, Marvin X. Contributors included Kalamu ya Salaam, Haki Madhubuti, Last Poets, Ed Bullins, and so many others it would be impossible to list.
In fact, the Journal was the chief organ of the Black Arts Movement, along with magazines Black World, Black Theatre, Black Dialogue, SoulBook, Liberator, Umbra, and a few others. See James Smethurst's The Black Arts Movement, University of North California Press. Almost anyone who was a budding poet or poet of substance appeared in the Journal, including poets from Africa and the Caribbean. Additionally, it was a communication organ of the black arts revolution, containing regional and national news on the cultural revolution.
The Journal of Black Poetry probably published more poets than any other journal in the history of American literature. Thus, we want to honor the man who single-handedly edited this critical publication of Pan African and North American African literature:Digane (Joe Goncalves). Shy and reclusive, Digane agreed to participate after Marvin X told him he would be kidnapped and brought to the festival.
Other key organizers include Eugene Redmond, Amiri Baraka, Sonia Sanchez, Rudolph Lewis. If you and/or your organization would like to participate and be a listed as a supporter, please leave a note on my blog: http://marvinxwrite s.blogspot. com
The festival will probably take place in Oakland at the Eastside Arts Cultural Center, which recently hosted the 40th anniversary of the Black Panther Party, and produces the annual Malcolm X Jazz Festival.

If you have ideas on the agenda or papers, send them to the above blog. Dingane is preparing to publish an anthology of the Journal that was edited by the late poet/critic Sherley A. Williams. We know contributions are needed to publish this important anthology.. Certainly, any poet who appeared in the JBP should consider making a generous donation to the anthology. A topic of discussion should be how to publish radical literary organs to continue the cultural revolution.
Marvin

From: adaoma_o <nwaakwukwo@yahoo. com>To: blackantiwar@ yahoogroups. comSent: Tuesday, June 30, 2009 8:25:52 PMSubject: [blackantiwar] Get Well Marvin
Dearest Marvin, Its good to read from you. Thank you for letting the list know of your good recovery. I hope you take time to rest and recoup so that you will be 100%. How are you feeling? I hope that you are painfree and have loving people waiting on you hand and foot.God Bless You.With love,Adaoma---

In blackantiwar@ yahoogroups. com, Marvin X Jackmon wrote:

Marvin X was released from the hospital today after successful heart pacemaker implant. Al Humdulilah.____________ _________ _________ __

From: "Amirib@..." To: jmarvinx@...Sent: Monday, June 29, 2009 11:58:14 AMSubject: (no subject)

How's your health? Phone calls saying you went in hospital for pacemaker??? Amiri B