Debut Celebration for The Girl at Midnight by Melissa Grey!

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By Zoraida Córdova

I am super excited to have Melissa Grey with us at Latin@s in Kid Lit! I love fantasy, and I especially love when Latinas write fantasy. The Girl at Midnight has already received wonderful praise and starred reviews from Kirkus and Booklist! To celebrate tomorrow’s launch of The Girl at Midnight, we are going to get to know the magic behind Melissa.

“Grey’s energetic debut offers a strong protagonist…[and the] well-built world, vivid characters, and perfect blend of action and amour should have readers eagerly seeking the sequel.” — Kirkus Reviews, Starred

Zoraida: Tell me about The Girl at Midnight and your inspiration for it.

Melissa: In The Girl at Midnight, there’s a magical race of creatures that live beneath the streets of New York called the Avicen. They have feathers for hair and their existence is very much a secret, but they take…

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April 11: Poet of the Day: Sherley Anne Williams

Sherley Anne Williams, poet, author, and social critic, is April 11 Poet of the Day.  Read more about this multitalented poet below.

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Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sherley-anne-williams

Black Past: http://www.blackpast.org/aaw/williams-sherley-anne-1944-1999

Voices From the Gap: http://voices.cla.umn.edu/artistpages/williamsSherley.php

Youtube videos: “Dessa Rose” (novel written by Sherley Anne Williams): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-nQzDMQHp4, “Dessa Rose Trailer”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rTo3Y3J16o

April 11: Jazz Artist of the Day: Herbie Hancock

Another Jazz Legend, Herbie Hancock, is April 11 Jazz Artist of the Day.  Read more about this versatile, influential, child prodigy artist below.

Website: http://www.herbieherbiehancock.com/home.php

Biography: http://www.biography.com/people/herbie-hancock-9327294

NPR: http://www.npr.org/programs/jazzprofiles/archive/hancock.html

All Music: http://www.allmusic.com/artist/herbie-hancock-mn0000957296

PBS: http://www.pbs.org/wnet/tavissmiley/interviews/herbie-hancock-2/

Youtube videos: “Maiden Voyage”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwmRQ0PBtXU, “Chameleon”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbkqE4fpvdI; “Stars in Your Eyes”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LW9xcANImF4; “Rockit”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHh_imdLKCk; “Watermelon Man”:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbHJHPTikQA

Libros Latin@s: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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12000020By Eileen Fontenot

DESCRIPTION FROM THE PUBLISHER: Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be.

MY TWO CENTS: This book is a four-time award winner–and well deserved! What a moving book. Even days after I finished it, I would still think of Ari and Dante and their friendship, which grows into deeper feelings–how much they influenced each other’s lives over the course of a year, with events tenderly…

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April 10 Jazz Artist of the Day: Cassandra Wilson

Cassandra Wilson, award winning jazz vocalist, is April 10 Jazz Artist of the Day.  Read more about this multitalented artist below.

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Website: http://www.cassandrawilson.com/

All Music: http://www.allmusic.com/artist/cassandra-wilson-mn0000197460

NPR: http://www.npr.org/event/music/396687392/cassandra-wilson-sings-billie-holidayhttp://www.npr.org/2015/04/05/397321378/cassandra-wilson-couldnt-wait-to-reinvent-the-billie-holiday-songbook

PBS:http://video.pbs.org/video/2365457921/

Youtube videos: “Time After Time” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySVWeao57m8, “Strange Fruit” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyNtFAMMsuA

April 10 Poet of the Day: Kevin Young

Kevin Young, born in Lincoln, Nebraska, is April 10 Poet of the Day.  Read more about this award winning poet below.

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Website: http://kevinyoungpoetry.com/home.html

Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/kevin-young

Poets.org: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/kevin-young

NPR: http://www.npr.org/2014/03/04/285712680/kevin-young-on-blues-poetry-and-laughing-to-keep-from-crying

PBS: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/poetryeverywhere/young.html

Youtube video: “Blending Music in Poetry”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ7s8xIp7dk

Poem “The Dry Spell”

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The Dry Spell

Kevin Young, 1970
Waking early
with the warming house
my grandmother knew what to do
taking care not to wake
Da Da 		she cooked up a storm
in darkness 	adding silent spices
and hot sauce

to stay cool. She ate later, alone
after the children had been gathered
and made to eat
her red eggs. Da Da rose
late, long after
the roosters had crowed
his name, clearing
an ashy throat
pulling on long
wooly underwear
to make him sweat

even more. The fields have gone
long enough without water
he liked to say, so can I
and when he returned
pounds heavier
from those thirsty fields
he was even cooler
losing each soaked
woolen skin
to the floor, dropping
naked rain in his
wife’s earthen arms.

From The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South, edited by Nikky Finney. Copyright © 2007 by Kevin Young. Reprinted with permission of the University of Georgia Press.

April 10 African American Historical Events

* Today in Black History – April 10 *

1816 – Richard Allen is elected Bishop of the A.M.E. Church, one day
after the church is organized at its first general convention.

1872 – The first National Black Convention meets in New Orleans,
Louisiana. Frederick Douglass will be elected president.

1877 – Federal troops withdraw from Columbia, South Carolina. This
action will allow the white South Carolina Democrats to take
over the state government.

1926 – Johnnie Tillmon (later Blackston) is born in Scott, Arkansas. A
welfare rights champion, Tillmon will become the founding
chairperson and director of the National Welfare Rights
Organization. She will join the ancestors on November 22, 1995.

1932 – The James Weldon Johnson Literary Guild announces the winners of
its first annual nationwide poetry contest for children. The
judges – Jessie Fauset and Countee Cullen, among others – select
in the teen category a 16-year-old Liberian youth and Margaret
Walker of New Orleans, who receives an honorable mention for her
poem “When Night Comes.”

1938 – Nana Annor Adjaye, Pan-Africanist, joins the ancestors in West
Nzima, Ghana.

1943 – Arthur Robert Ashe, Jr. is born in Richmond, Virginia. He will
become a professional tennis player and will be one of the first
African American male tennis stars. He will be the first African
American to win a spot on the American Davis Cup tennis team,
the first to win the U.S. Open and the men’s singles title at
Wimbledon, in 1975. Over his 11-year career he will play in 304
tournaments, winning 51, including the 1970 Australian Open and
Wimbledon in 1975. He will be the number one ranked player in the
world in 1975. A life-threatening heart condition will force him
to retire in 1980 and he will continue to serve as the non-playing
captain of that year’s U.S. Davis Cup team. In 1985 he will become
the second African American inducted into the International Tennis
Hall of Fame. The first was Althea Gibson in 1971. After his career
in tennis, he will become an eloquent spokesperson against racial
intolerance and a critic of South Africa’s racist system of
apartheid. In the United States, he will create tennis programs to
benefit inner-city youth. He will write a three-volume history of
the African American athlete entitled “A Hard Road To Glory” (1988).
Suffering complications from AIDS, contracted from a blood
transfusion during a heart bypass operation, he will join the
ancestors in New York on February 6, 1993.

1958 – W.C. Handy, composer and musician, joins the ancestors at the
age of 84 in New York City.

1959 – Kenneth Edmonds is born in Indianapolis, Indiana. He will
become a professional musician known as “Babyface” and will
begin work in the business producing music, with his friend
Antonio Reid, for Carrie Lucas, The Whispers, and Dynasty.
Since then, they’ve produced hits for many others. During the
1990s, his dominance will extend beyond the production arena
and into the performing circle. His hit “Tender Lover” crossed
him over into pop territory and eventually sold more than two
million copies. The singles “Whip Appeal” and “It’s No Crime”
were Top Ten R&B and pop hits. He will hit his peak in 1995,
producing hits for artists like Boyz II Men, Madonna and
Whitney Houston and coordinated the “Waiting to Exhale”
soundtrack. In the fall of 1996, he will released “Day,” his
first solo album since 1993 to strong reviews. He will
successfully produce the film “Soul Food” in 1997.

1968 – U.S. Congress passes a Civil Rights Bill banning racial
discrimination in the sale or rental of approximately 80 per cent
of the nation’s housing. The bill also made it a crime to
interfere with civil rights workers and to cross state lines to
incite a riot.

1975 – Lee Elder becomes the first African American to tee off as an
entrant in the Masters’ Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.

2003 – Eva “Little Eva” Boyd, singer, joins the ancestors at age 59
after succumbing to cancer. She recorded the 1960s pop hit “The
Locomotion.”

Information retrieved from the Munirah Chronicle and is edited by Mr. Rene’ A. Perry.

April 9 Poet of the Day: Tracy K. Smith

Tracy K. Smith is April 9 Poet of the Day.  Read more about this award winning poet below.

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Poets.org: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/tracy-k-smithhttp://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/line-between-two-worlds-tracy-k-smith-and-elizabeth-alexander-conversation

NPR: http://www.npr.org/2012/01/27/145985904/newspoet-tracy-k-smith-writes-the-day-in-verse

Pulitzer: http://www.pulitzer.org/biography/2012-Poetry

PBS: http://video.pbs.org/video/1929273566/

Youtube video: “Imagining the Universe” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QW7WIJaSfl4, PEN World Festival: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGEI9vWOGxs, “The Good Life” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUn4DWu7b4U

April 8 Poet of the Day: Melvin B. Tolson

Melvin B. Tolson is April 8 Poet of the Day.  Read more about this poet, debtor, and politician below.

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Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/melvin-b-tolson

Modern American Poetry: http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/s_z/tolson/bio.htm

Black Past.org:  http://www.blackpast.org/aaw/tolson-melvin-b-1898-1966

NPR: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=17570617

Youtube videos: “Dark Symphony” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHD0cpFAMpM, “An Ex-Judge at the Bar” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAxGibPGtPc

A Song for Myself

By Melvin B. Tolson

                                                   I judge
                                               My soul
                                               Eagle
                                               Nor mole:
                                               A man
                                               Is what
                                               He saves
                                               From rot.
                                               The corn
                                               Will fat
                                               A hog
                                               Or rat:
                                               Are these
                                               Dry bones
                                               A hut’s
                                               Or throne’s?
                                               Who filled
                                               The moat
                                               ’Twixt sheep
                                               And goat?
                                               Let Death,
                                               The twin
                                               of Life,
                                               Slip in?
                                               Prophets
                                               Arise,
                                               Mask-hid,
                                               Unwise,
                                               Divide
                                               The earth
                                               By class
                                               and birth.
                                               Caesars
                                               Without,
                                               The People
                                               Shall rout;
                                               Caesars
                                               Within,
                                               Crush flat
                                               As tin.
                                               Who makes
                                               A noose
                                               Envies
                                               The goose.
                                               Who digs
                                               A pit
                                               Dices
                                               For it.
                                               Shall tears
                                               Be shed
                                               For those
                                               Whose bread
                                               Is thieved
                                               Headlong?
                                               Tears right
                                               No wrong.
                                               Prophets
                                               Shall teach
                                               The meek
                                               To reach.
                                               Leave not
                                               To God
                                               The boot
                                               And rod.
                                               The straight
                                               Lines curve?
                                               Failure
                                               Of nerve?
                                               Blind-spots
                                               Assail?
                                               Times have
                                               Their Braille.
                                               If hue
                                               Of skin
                                               Trademark
                                               A sin,
                                               Blame not
                                               The make
                                               For God’s
                                               Mistake.
                                               Since flesh
                                               And bone
                                               Turn dust
                                               And stone,
                                               With life
                                               So brief,
                                               Why add
                                               To grief?
                                               I sift
                                               The chaff
                                               From wheat
                                               and laugh.
                                               No curse
                                               Can stop
                                               The tick
                                               Of clock.
                                               Those who
                                               Wall in
                                               Themselves
                                               And grin
                                               Commit
                                               Incest
                                               And spawn
                                               A pest.
                                               What’s writ
                                               In vice
                                               Is writ
                                               In ice.
                                               The truth
                                               Is not
                                               Of fruits
                                               That rot.
                                               A sponge,
                                               The mind
                                               Soaks in
                                               The kind
                                               Of stuff
                                               That fate’s
                                               Milieu
                                               Dictates.
                                               Jesus,
                                               Mozart,
                                               Shakespeare,
                                               Descartes,
                                               Lenin,
                                               Chladni,
                                               Have lodged
                                               With me.
                                               I snatch
                                               From hooks
                                               The meat
                                               Of books.
                                               I seek
                                               Frontiers,
                                               Not worlds
                                               On biers.
                                               The snake
                                               Entoils
                                               The pig
                                               With coils.
                                               The pig’s
                                               Skewed wail
                                               Does not
                                               Prevail.
                                               Old men
                                               Grow worse
                                               With prayer
                                               Or curse:
                                               Their staffs
                                               Thwack youth
                                               Starved thin
                                               For truth.
                                               Today
                                               The Few
                                               Yield poets
                                               Their due;
                                               Tomorrow
                                               The Mass
                                               Judgment
                                               Shall pass.
                                               I harbor
                                               One fear
                                               If death
                                               Crouch near:
                                               Does my
                                               Creed span
                                               The Gulf
                                               Of Man?
                                               And when
                                               I go
                                               In calm
                                               Or blow
                                               From mice
                                               And men,
                                               Selah!
                                               What . . . then?

Melvin Tolson, “A Song for Myself” from Harlem Gallery and Other Poems of Melvin B. Tolson (Charlottesville: The University Press of Virginia, 1999)

Source: “Harlem Gallery” and Other Poems of Melvin B. Tolson (University Press of Virginia, 1999)

April 7 Poet of the Day: Rita Dove

US Poet Laureate Rita Dove is April 7 Poet of the Day.  Read more about this talented poet below.

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Poets.org: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/rita-dove

Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/rita-dove

Academy of Achievement: http://www.achievement.org/autodoc/page/dov0bio-1

Poetry Archive: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poet/rita-dove

Biography: http://www.biography.com/people/rita-dove-9278390

Library of Congress Web Guides: http://www.loc.gov/rr/program/bib/dove/

Poem:

Vacation

Rita Dove, 1952
I love the hour before takeoff,
that stretch of no time, no home
but the gray vinyl seats linked like
unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall
be summoned to the gate, soon enough
there’ll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers
and perforated stubs—but for now
I can look at these ragtag nuclear families
with their cooing and bickering
or the heeled bachelorette trying
to ignore a baby’s wail and the baby’s
exhausted mother waiting to be called up early
while the athlete, one monstrous hand
asleep on his duffel bag, listens,
perched like a seal trained for the plunge.
Even the lone executive
who has wandered this far into summer
with his lasered itinerary, briefcase
knocking his knees—even he
has worked for the pleasure of bearing
no more than a scrap of himself
into this hall. He’ll dine out, she’ll sleep late,
they’ll let the sun burn them happy all morning
—a little hope, a little whimsy
before the loudspeaker blurts
and we leap up to become
Flight 828, now boarding at Gate 17.

Reprinted from On the Wing, published by the University of Iowa Press.

Youtube videos: White House Poetry Evening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIT82Oy9U1Y, “Thomas and Beulah”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7duHFUjieME, Big Think Interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwdMXj2p1TQ