Langston Hughes

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When The Weary Blues appeared in 1926, American poetry had never let the twelve bar blues structure sit this openly inside a poem. Langston Hughes did not write poems about jazz and blues from the outside, describing a performance the way an earlier generation of poets might describe a folk song they had overheard. He wrote the music's own repetitions, its call and answer, its slightly flattened, syncopated line, directly into the verse itself, so that a poem like the title piece reads with the same droop and drag a pianist gives a blue note. It was, at the time, a genuinely risky choice. Harlem Renaissance elders including W. E. B. Du Bois worried that leaning on blues and jazz, forms associated in the era's respectable opinion with nightclubs and low culture, would hand ammunition to readers already looking for reasons to dismiss Black artistic seriousness. Hughes disagreed in print as much as in verse. His sense, carried through decades of later work including Montage of a Dream Deferred (1951), was that the everyday sound of Black life, its speech rhythms as much as its music, was not a compromise a serious poet made but the actual material serious poetry was for. The bet paid off unevenly in his own lifetime, drawing both the movement's warmest praise and its sharpest internal criticism, but the jazz poem as a form Hughes helped establish outlived every objection raised against it.

This article records tradition as it has been passed down and reported. Its sources are not yet part of the atlas's verified catalogue.

In June 1926, The Nation published a short essay by a twenty four year old poet that has been read ever since as the closest thing the Harlem Renaissance produced to a founding manifesto. The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain was itself a direct answer to a fellow poet's worry, voiced one week earlier in the same magazine by George Schuyler in The Negro-Art Hokum, that Black writers were becoming too preoccupied with racial subject matter and should aim instead for a raceless, universal art. Hughes's answer was that the wish to escape one's own subject was itself the mountain the essay named: an internalized embarrassment, cutting across class lines within Black America as much as it ran between Black and white audiences, about whether Black life as it was actually lived, in Harlem's streets, its churches, its cabarets, was fit material for serious art at all. His famous closing line, that younger Black artists intended to express their individual dark skinned selves without fear or shame, and that if white people were pleased he was glad and if they were not it did not matter either, was less a rejection of white readers specifically than a rejection of any audience's veto over what counted as legitimate subject matter. The essay did not end the argument inside the movement, it set terms the Harlem Renaissance argued within for the rest of the decade.