King Hedley, II – Blood on top of the mountain I

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It’s 1985 and papers are full of drive by shootings. There is no work.  In the Hill District of Pittsburgh PA and across the nation people are trying to grow opportunity out of rocky soil. The times are violent on multiple levels. It’s a hard time to be born into and a hard time to raise a family or define it once it’s been busted asunder and not yet quite found its way back together.

King Hedley, II the unborn child of Ruby in Seven Guitars is a grown man who is trying to grow himself a life. The soil he has inherited is rocky and hard but its “him” he must make life out of what he has been given like Rose instructs Cory in Fences. You have no choice but to make life from what you have. How can you otherwise. As Lyons quotes Troy to Cory in reflecting upon Troy’s life, “You got to take the crooked with the straights”. Lyon’s reflection comes at the event of Troy’s death where we are given the image of him finally striking out and death claiming him. I note he lives on in Lyon’s carrying forth of his philosophy of life. You have to work with what you have but what if its not enough? Then, what to do?

King has crookeds he is trying to make straight. He is determined to put something in the world. Determination to strive demands you make what does not exist. “If the wind don’t blow your way”, you must find a way to harness the wind. King like Floyd Barton before him in Seven Guitars, like Levee in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom carry the dark seed of desire to move forward in the world. They will create their own wind even if they are consumed in the vortex it creates. They are the will to go forward wrapped in steel. Marked in third grade as unruly King tries his best to live in a world that is too small for him. He can’t fit in so he must make it bigger. He wants to grow something so he plants a seed. He declares its right to live. He takes a chance even though he only has rocky ground. He tends and defends his seed hoping to grow wind that blows his way.

Even in his desire to grow something he travels with a Glock nine mm looking to murder a man. He feels he must in order to be in the world.  The world in which it can come down to me or him in a second and one transgression demands another, and then another. In a world where honor is spelled in blood and manhood is defined by who is left standing even if it cost chunks of your life. In this world being jailed and prison time are still common tales. Remember how Wilson bends time. Then is now. Now is then. “Still, “refers to moving forward from Joe Turner has Come and Gone. King has done time for one murder. A man cut him and he eventually killed his assailant who he remembers as “simple ass Pernell, – a sneaky motherfucker”. Now Pernell’s cousin is stalling him because this world demands blood for blood. Blood is a theme in King Hedley, II.

Blood as life, as a lifeline, as honor, as currency to a better safer life, as the gift of life and as cause for death all these iterations play out in this blood play. King Hedley, II believes his father is Hedley, I. Floyd Barton who took his last chance trying to create opportunity for his life in Seven Guitars was murdered by Hedley, I, who takes him for the ghost of Buddy Bolden who he believes is bringing him his fathers money. Hedley kills Floyd with a machete. The machete is given to King along with the task to wipe the blood off of it. We wade in blood cycles trying to find a way to make something grow. King is a tragic figure worthy of Sophocles or Shakespeare. Is he sacrifice or the forerunner for the Messiah who will redeem us from the cycles of blood in which we as a people are drowning in as I write?

Ester dies in this play but as the Soothsayer, (Truth Sayer), Stool Pigeon says the door to her house has long been blocked and the path grown over. King says he was told she died of grief. Stool Pigeon confirms it, “died with her hand stuck to her head, in 366 years she ain’t seen nothing but grief, it all ganged up on her.” When Ester dies a terrible storm rises and lights go out as houses are blown down across the town and her black cat dies. We wait for the blood that will bring her back if she has not yet used up her nine lives.

The nation within the nation a black cat with nine lives landing on its feet after blood bath after blood bath, struggling on, praying, trying to plant, waiting for a rebirth of life big enough for dreams of thriving.  A hot dark slice of land with hard dirt full of rocks and pitfalls that end in blood is where King tries to grow life. I recognize this blasted landscape as being the geography of our lives. The systems with different rules, the set ups, the predictable downfalls, and the determination to go forward are familiar. The men we will meet here are men we know. Men waiting for opportunity, following the dream, making the dream, and killing the dream are all here waiting for us to overstand how they became who they are, to make us want them to find peace, for us to overstand the need for blood in blood out rituals, last chances, and dreaming anyway.

Come and see where it leads us.

King Hedley plays though September 6th at The Flight Deck in Oakland CA. Starring The Lower Bottom Playaz, Inc who are dedicated to staging the Century Cycle by August Wilson in chronological order. With King Hedley they open Season16.Continua: The American Century Cycle Project. Hedley is the 9 of a 10 play cycle also referred to as the Pittsburgh Cycle.

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The Lower Bottom Playaz poised to complete The American Century Cycle Project.

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mineral folk

belly full of story scarification

in the bottom of the world

empty belly hungry soul

diamonds in the rough

roughing it pulling up

on bootstraps yeah we do

impossible sideways on

life’s freeway just the beat &

hustle no guarantees no promises

no warranty just a mean breast stroke

determination the shoreline in sight

light seeking unstoppable force

knowing not forgetting remembering

the signs rituals incantations

all praise forward motion

carrying myths from the ocean

we speak into existence we are

unbound acolytes free radials

creating what we need from

what we are gifted guided by the

invisible making snares pitfalls visible

altogether indivisible diaspora

is a wound & a sword we know

so we paint things blue start fires

sing loudly move to a drum only

we hear flourish in the face of fear

uprooted constantly itinerant no

skyline no hill no tree no landmarks

landless stewards unpaid servants

noble efforts higher purpose

invincible unbought unbossed

overstanding movement we call

down the sky to play the stars

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strive

mud and flower black girl painted

prophetic dreams

blood and feathers

shots in the night

the shrinking ground

edging forward

towards open sky

or the abyss struggling

in the dark looking for the

light hoping to fall up

bruised by being held down

no space for pirouettes

on disappearing ground

best to hope for  tour jetes

yes best to dance above

the ground head back

mouth open to catch falling stars

nothing else above you

climb on

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The Lower Bottom Playaz poised to complete The American Century Cycle Project.

King Hedley II is the beginning of the end of The Lower Bottom Playaz, Inc., momentous American Century Cycle Project. King Hedley is currently running at The Flight Deck on Broadway in Oakland CA. It opens The Playaz, main stage for Season16.Continua: The American Century Cycle Project and only leaves Radio Golf which will be main stage in December 2015 at The Flight Deck, concluding both Season 16 and The American Century Cycle Project.

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The Playaz began production of The American century Cycle in 2010 after producing Gem of the Ocean in 2009 and falling into relationship with the spirit and intention of August Wilson, America’s greatest playwright living or dead. In 2010 I announced our intention to be the first company to ever fully stage the Cycle. In 2015, with Hedley up and running my troupe and I are poised on the edge of the completion of a ritual never fully enacted. We play for the Master in most humble gratitude for his generous blessings upon us as we have struggled to manifest this work. It has been a journey that has taken us places we could not have imagined and even more important it has brought us home.

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We are producing Hedley and Golf in our new house in uptown Oakland. The journey from our own out door theater in West Oakland to a residency in an indoor 100 seat black box in uptown has been a tumultuous journey full of pathos, falling to rise higher, refusing to fail, striving and daring to fly in the dark to find our light. We are going to be the first to formally stage the Cycle in chronological order. No other company has ever done so. The Green Room recordings were done after we started our journey with Wilson and they come as close to chronological production as anything ever done but they are recordings of readings. Some companies have staged all ten works in the order Wilson wrote them. No company has ever achieved what we are poised to accomplish.

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“You die by how you live”. August Wilson- Gem of the Ocean

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In some ways its been a lonely journey. Not a lot of attention has been given our effort. We are a small company that started out as a Gypsy theater performing in non-traditional spaces including half way houses for reentry populations and shelters for the homeless.  A 100 seat outdoor theater was built for us in West Oakland where we did 13 Seasons of theater. We did Shakespearean adaptations, established the Shakespeare in the Hood series, toured Mack A Gangsta’s Tale to violence riddled areas of Oakland and Richmond, CA. We did an original work, Mama at Twilight: Death by Love that frankly examined the HIV growth in black communities by interrogating gendered roles and community taboos. We established our brand around telling stories that facilitated vitally important community discussion. We honed our craft and survived and very quietly became one of the greatest opportunity for black actors and theater makers in the East Bay. The community organization that partially funded our work stopped funding our productions mid way through our production of The Century Cycle and we became the only theater company to produce in The African American Museum and Library at Oakland CA. where we independently produced Fences. We then took up residency in The Flight Deck where we produced Two Trains Running and Jitney.

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We are so very proud to reach the conclusion of our commitment to August Wilson who in many ways has guided our growth, instructed our direction, and renewed our commitment to our craft, our communities, and our selves. Wilson is the only work we have not felt a need to make site specific as is our habit. In Wilson we see ourselves and we see ourselves as part of the nation in the nation behind the veil in North America, and the universal nature of Wilson’s site specific Cycle (all the plays take place in the Hill Distinct of Pittsburgh PA with the exception of Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom). We recognize and have come to overstand Wilson’s song of North America; its our lives, we have lived it, bled it, and learned to sing it with honor and dignity as we have walked with Wilson.

If you have seen our work you know we do Wilson with integrity and passion. If you have not a great theater experience is waiting for you. Join us at our new theater to be a part of our red carpet season as we conclude The Century Cycle Project.

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Book tickets for King Hedley, II and Radio Golf today:  http://www.lowerbottomplayaz.com/box-office.php

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I Am

I have a majick life

unlikely but true fiction

worthy times are mine

I have a majick life

attracting the miraculous

the preciously unpredictable

surrounded by confirmation

unfolding from nothing

taller than MT Thai

on time every time in time

& it rhyme a lucid dream of a life

end of the rainbow and back again

lavish Godz overflowing abundance

here glowing touched by ancestors

blessed I have a majick life

I attract majick beings in

process  of

miracle making walking like

everyday ordinary folk extraordinary

reality for real done seen ’em walk on

water and turned it to wine

& live to remix the story

been touched by soothsayers

embraced by prophets

mentored by geniuses

talked to by the dead

fed by the universe

blessed to serve light bread

feeding many being fed by many

in the womb of the circle remembering

rich beyond measure not weighed down

by the material praying to birds who

carry messages to other realms

answers delivered gratefully received

meant to be shelter arms open

candles lit doors unlocked embracing

I am that I am who I was sent to be

and so it is and shall be

oil on the door

cowrie in my pockets

pennies on the door steps

miracles happen here

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Mike Brown, 2015

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We would rather have our sons

than wear t shirts

That say rest in peace

we know there can be no peace

In the absence of justice

no peace as long as it’s just us

overstanding Black lives Matter

no peace as long as we need slogans

to carry the rage of blood soaked streets

no justice no peace

& we can’t sleep

Ain’t no rest in times of war

Been war since we landed on the shores

Black lives have always mattered

Since the slave ship Jesus sailed

Black life been shattered

We are not strange fruit

We are not the stone the builder rejected

Rather we are god’s reflection perfected

Standing in the face of the monstrous oppression

To which we have been subjected

Still singing red white blues

Heads down humbly over paying never was due dues

Trying to pull up bootstraps on run over shoes

We are this country’s infected sore

its open wound

Its festering shameful myth of creation

Locked in undeclared war fare for a fair share

For the right to live

Because our lives matter

We claim the right to live in peace

To bear children

Who live to bear children

We declare our right to life

We declare we matter

We are awake

We are not sheep

We are not asleep

We know genocide when we see it

You cannot continue to kill us

& celebrate our murderers

No peace when we plan funerals

& killer cops get book deals

No peace in the time of ghetto sweeps

Solider like police

School to prison system

White privilege

Structural racism

Bootleg justice ain’t justice

We are not sheep

We are not asleep

We would rather have our sons

We would rather have our sons

We would rather have our sons

than wear t shirts

That say rest in peace

we know there can be no peace

In the absence of justice

no peace as long as it’s just us

overstanding Black lives Matter

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lifted measure two

some will not come

they won’t hear the drum

the cannon roars

the air is thin

the time is always now

marching believers know this

they are lacing their boots

uphill forward

there is no other way

never has been in the land of cotton

ten thousand feet eleven million dreams marching

uphill forward out of the ocean

trying to swim on dry land in diminishing potential

some will not hear the drum

but the battlefield is clear

there are no batons to pass

all hands are called for

the bell tolls

the stones have been thrown

the time is now

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in summer time

in the summer days are supposed to be longer

sun beaches shorts flip flops snow cones

& freedom from bells & books

adventure experiences long days spent dreaming

about becoming older wiser taller or just older

some summers swallow you hot sweaty trying

not to get lost in the sauce days no school lunch

hungry no one home roaming trouble easy to find

in the summer we meet at the center with the locked doors

we play in the yard learning to become

under the 100 year old trees in a shrinking neighborhood

that is no longer ours but we remember in the summer

that we can be anything go anywhere become what we want

the teacher relearns it every summer as she grows farther

away from the neighborhood that is no longer ours even

though she still comes in the summer to make us taller

to pray us living in the world becoming

she smiles she hugs she loves you can tell

we are safe as she tries her hardest to help us become

forces of nature unstoppable hard to kill easy to love

she has a high bar we jump towards the sky to reach it

she says we are able so we are

she says we are fierce so we are

she says we will have to be stronger than other children

but she wants us to remember we are children

so we play hard learn hard as she loves us into living

our dreams in the summer at the center with

the locked doors we learn to become

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no difference

when the shadows grow up

the wall darkness falling

in like feathers we are more

the same than we are different

we bleed need love and die

all of us together or alone

all of us tied by a chord

unbreakable fired in the same kiln

same dirt god’s tears & cosmic dust

composting together

no segregation in death

none in the great beyond

none before your first breath

hate is learned eaten in small doses

until one is drowning in it bound by

its illogical confines

smelling of it like brimstone

we are taught to hate

we are the result of addition

we learn to subtract

become smaller less

than we were meant to be

cut in small pieces to

fit into boxes

separated from each other

separated easier to manage

inhaling the madness

replicating it stewing in it

reduced by it

can you see the sky?

can you tell me where it ends?

where it separates?

gapes apart?

moves away from itself?

can you see the sky?

are you standing under it

we are all there is between

today & tomorrow

can you see the sky?

can you tell me where it separates?

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July 4 2015

we don’t celebrate holidays

though we have been known

to stuff a turkey light a tree

that all means something

different to me through

inverted eyes that look not

without but inside we gather

to lay burdens down no cotton

to pick today no cotton to pick today

maybe the paddy rollers won’t roll

no roll call today boss

we are between breaths

together aunt Glo cowboy

& grannie dancin on the lawn

like its an everyday thing

all that butt on Aunt Glo

jiggling like Jello

Cowboy two step like

its some royal dance

& we love it when Granny

gets crunk reminding us

she was living & loving long

before us in each other we trust

today’s drama will be a drunk uncle

or a child who ate too much

we hope no interest in the election

half of us don’t even vote

don’t know the names of the

countries around the world

where loved ones resist dying of

poverty at home by bombing others

we won’t fly flags we will sing no anthems

we will slap bones on the table

as we laugh out loud no sign of the

trauma as we turn within

to break bread with kin

we be real  black today

watermelon chilled chicken on the grill

enough fruit for the gorillas

& yes ribs for those who still

eat pigs its going down for real

we are not on high security

we on deep chill

watching our tomorrows run

up and down the dirt hill

triumphs & spills

kool-aid strawberry lemonade

& band aids

from high noon till

growing evening shade

we will slake constrictions

& count the dues we paid

we will think about the game of life

how it is best played

we will be in our life neck

deep remembering of those gone

before us hoping on those coming

without doubt there will be drumming

we don’t celebrate

we lay burdens down

no cotton to pick today

no cotton to pick today

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