Travesty Generator

In the wake of a racist microaggression, two people of color might look at each other and say, “That was random”—ironically meaning it was anything but. By the same token, the poems of Lillian-Yvonne Bertram’s Travesty Generator use computational processes to demonstrate that randomness offers no escape from the patterns that grief and outrage form in black lives. Composed with (and sometimes of) permutation programming code and algorithms, these poems run relentless procedures on the language of black death and black survival. Bertram’s poetic “output” will confuse and frustrate you, then mesmerize and haunt you—feelings generated by the poetry, as by the very terms of black life in this country. —Evie Shockley author of Semiautomatic

@Tubman’s Rock

                  after Nanni Balestrini“I just wanted the world to seewhat they did to my baby”                 —Mamie Till

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They tied up                         Till     (steal away)likely to kill     just stay deadDrove toward Money, Mississippi     behind enemy linesThe dead trees     will show you     the waySee us free     like Jesus     we just won't stay deadaround your house     To Moses,     slowlyWhen     the river ends     steal awayI just wanted the world     to seethe river bank     makes for a good roadthat Jesus             is a friend     with friends

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Jesus is     a friend with friendsThe river bank     makes for a good roadMoses     never lost a passengerThe dead trees     will show you     the way    they tied up                     Till     Steal away& just stay dead    Drove toward Money, Mississippi     Behind enemy lines    when the wind blows     the first quail call    sees us free     Just like Jesus     we won't stay dead    around your house     To Moses     slowly

$[2]

I just wanted the world     to seeTo holler down the lions       in this air    Tracks laid     from the south     to the north    They tied up                  Till     Steal away    around your house     To Moses     slowly    set us free     and just like Jesus     we won't stay dead    When the wind blows     the first quail calls    Drove toward Money, Mississippi     behind enemy linesthe river bank     makes for a good road    trouble the water      holler down the lions

$[3]

Bundle of wood                    Parcel            Load of potatoesPeople also ask     what was Harriet Tubman's     life like?I just wanted the world     to see    Till tied up, stolen awayPatterrollers spread throughout the colonies    toward promised landwhat they did to my baby                    Behind enemy linesour Moses     never lost a passenger    on tracks laid     from the south     to the northA friend of a friend     of a friend     sent me     she said    the river bank     makes for a good road

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People also ask     why is Harriet Tubman     important     to the world?    I just wanted the world     to seeflying bondsmen     on French leave     steal awayThey say our Moses     never lost a passenger    &     just like Jesus     we won't stay deadThe river bank     makes for a good roadEmmett tied to a cotton-gin fan, shot in the head    From the south     tracks laid     to the northShe said     a friend of a friend     of a friend     sent me    The wind blows the first quail call

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    People also ask             what is Harriet Tubman most famous for?Flying bondsmen on French leave steal away    They drove Emmett Till toward Money, MississippiBehind enemy lines    our Moses     never lost a passengerPeople also ask     why is Harriet Tubman     important     to the world?Tracks pressed     south to north     She often said     a friend    of a friend of a friend sent me & when the wind blows& the first quail calls    the river bank     makes for a good roadI just wanted the world     to see

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“in no rush—     the first quail calls                          in each pound of dollar billsslave patrol     also called     patterrollerspattyrollers     paddy rollers     patrollers                         three fourths a pound of cotton

Jesus is     a friend with friends    —to put Tubman     on the $20     bill.”Our Moses     never lost a passenger    The dollar     hasn't     changed: 3/4People also ask     what was Harriet Tubman’s     life like?People do not ask who picks the    I just wanted the world     to seeSee results about the murder of

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The dollar     hasn't     changedPeople also ask     what was Harriet Tubman's     life like?In each pound of dollar bills    slave patrol     also called     patterrollerspattyrollers     paddy rollers     patrollerspeople also ask     why is Harriet Tubman     important     to the world?    Treasure secretary     won't stay deadof a pound of cottonshe said     a friend of a friend     of a friend     sent meDrove toward Money, Mississippi     $$$$$$    in no rush     the first quail calls

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People also ask     what was Harriet Tubman’s     life like?In each pound of dollar bills—    Jesus is     a friend with friends    Treasured secretary:     just like Jesus     we won't stay deadOur Moses     hollered down the lionsnever lost a passengerpound of cotton    slave patrol     also called     patterrollerspattyrollers     paddy rollers     patrollers    in no rush     the first quail callsI just wanted the world     to seethree fourths of a

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Treasure secretary     “in no rushPeople also ask     why is Harriet Tubman     important     to the world?    people also ask                   what is Harriet Tubmanmost     most famous for?    The dollar     hasn't     changed    Money, Mississippi     $$$$$$Among our talents:           to holler down the lionsPeople also ask     what was Harriet Tubman’s     life like?Fying bondsmen     on French leave     steal awayI just wanted the world      to see    to put Tubman on the $20 bill”

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They say Jesus is      a friend with friendsand in each pound of dollar bills!    {slave patrol}     also called     {patterrollerspattyrollers paddy rollers patrollers}three fourths!They say our Moses never lost a passenger    to put Tubman     on the $20     bill”    just like Jesus     we won't stay deadof a pound of cotton!I just wanted the world      to see    drove toward Money, Mississippi $$$$$$what they did to my baby

 

#!/usr/bin/env python

import random, textwrapimport syslines = \[["\nPeople also ask/why is Harriet Tubman/important/to the world", "1/4", "2/3", "1"],\#References google search terms["\nin each pound of dollar bills/", "1/2", "3/4", "1"],\#According to cotton.org["\n\tthe dollar/hasn't/changed", "3/4", "1/2", "1"],\["\n\tin no rush/the first quail calls", "1/3", "2/3", "1"],\["\n\tto put Tubman/on the $20/bill", "2/4", "3/4", "1"], \#According to a CNN Money article from ‘16["\nour Moses/never lost a passenger/", "1/4", "2/4", "2"],\#So it’s been said about Harriet Tubman’s track record["\n\tJesus is/a friend with friends", "1/4", "2/4", "2"],\["\nI just wanted the world/to see", "2/3", "2/3", "2"],\#Spoken by Mamie Till as to why she wanted Emmett’s#coffin open.["\n\tSlave patrol/also called/patterrollers/pattyrollers/paddy rollers/patrollers/", "3/4", "1/3", "2"],\#According to wikipedia["\nshe said/a friend of a friend/of a friend/sent me", "3/4", "1/2", "2"],\#According to https://tinyurl.com/yddx6qaj["\n\tdrove toward Money, Mississippi/$$$$$$", "1/2", "1/2", "3"],\#According to Wikipedia, Emmett Till’s abductors drove him#toward the town of Money, Mississippi["\n\tPeople also ask \twhat is Harriet Tubman/most/most famous for", "2/3", "3/4", "3"],\["\nPeople also ask/what was Harriet Tubman's/life like?", "1/2", "2/3", "3"],\["\n\tTreasure secretary/just like Jesus/we won't stay dead", "2/3", "1/4", "3"]]#code adapted for Python3#code from github and translated from the Italian#is a reconstruction of the method thought to have been used#for Nanni Balestrini’s electronic poem Tape Mark 1, 1962# https://github.com/fanfani/TAPE-MARK-1random.shuffle(lines)stanza_one = [None] * 10stanza_one[0] = lines[0]lines.remove(stanza_one[0])

try:    i = 1 ; j = 0    while j < 9:        if (lines[i][1][0] == stanza_one[j][2][0] \        or lines[i][1][2] == stanza_one[j][2][0] \        or lines[i][1][2] == stanza_one[j][2][2]) \        and lines[i][3] != stanza_one[j][3]:            stanza_one[j+1] = lines[i]            lines.remove(lines[i])            i = 0            j += 1        #otherwise examine the next item        else:            i += 2            continueexcept: sys.exit()#Wikipedia was consulted for information about#Mamie and Emmett Till, Harriet Tubman,#the rock that struck Harriet Tubman in the head,#and slave patrols.#’To holler down the lions’ comes from#’gay chaps at the bar’ by Gwendolyn Brooksstanza = []for line in stanza_one:                stanza.append(line[0])s = '/'.join(stanza).split("/")print ("")for k in range(len(s)):                if k == (len(s) - 1): sys.stdout.write(s[k].lower())                else: sys.stdout.write(s[k].lower() + " ")                # if k > 0 and (k+1)%4 == 0: print ""print ("")

Coming of Age Stories

[0]Lord, we were black and poor, so you know what they calledus. ...Always have some 'mad money' on you in case a manleaves you somewhere. ...In case a man pushes you out hiscar. ...At an intersection. ...In the middle of a suburb....A suburb with no street signs and no cab stands. ...Asuburb where all the houses are dark with sameness....Always wear clean underwear. ...If you need help, find achurch. ...If there's a bus, it just might be your friendswho throw you under it.[1]Always have some 'mad money' on you in case a man leaves yousomewhere. ...In case a man pushes you out his car. ...Asuburb where all the houses are dark with sameness. ...Incase there is a tornado. ...My name is Bess and I ain't inthat mess. ...In case the bus crashes. ...If you need help,find a church. ...Find a Baptist church. Black folks'll bethere.. ...Keep one eye open on your so-called friends....My own mama worked in white folks' houses all her life....Into the Lord I put my amens. ...If there's a bus, itjust might be your friends who throw you under it.[2]When I was your age, the boys we liked went to Vietnam and died there....Lord, we were black and poor, so you know what theycalled us. ...In case a man pushes you out his car. ...Inthe middle of a suburb. ...A suburb with no street signs andno cab stands. ...I'm just tellin you what my mama told meto keep us safe. ...In case the bus crashes. ...If you needhelp, find a church. ...Keep one eye open on your so-calledfriends.[3]All you gotta do in this life is stay black and die....Lord, we were black and poor, so you know what theycalled us. ...Always have some 'mad money' on you in case aman leaves you somewhere. ...In case a man pushes you outhis car. ...In the middle of a suburb. ...A suburb you havenever been to before. ...I wish I didn't have to say it butI do: keep a top eye open. ...In case there is a tornado....In case the bus crashes. ...Find a Baptist church. Blackfolks'll be there.. ...Into the Lord I put my amens. ...Ifthere's a bus, it just might be your friends who throw youunder it.

[5]Always have some 'mad money' on you in case a man leaves yousomewhere. ...In case a man pushes you out his car. ...At anintersection. ...A suburb you have never been to before....Always wear clean underwear. ...In case there is atornado. ...I'm just tellin you what my mama told me to keepus safe. ...You'll get called a n-gger, probably by afriend. Just wait.. ...My name is Bess and I ain't in thatmess. ...In case the bus crashes.[6]All you gotta do in this life is stay black....When I was your age, the boys we liked went to Vietnamand died there.....At an intersection. ...Inthe middle of a suburb. ...A suburb with no street signs andno cab stands. ...Always wear clean underwear. ...In casethere is a tornado. ...You'll get called a n-gger, probablyby a friend. Just wait.. ...In case the bus crashes. ...Finda Baptist church. Black folks'll be there.. ...Into the LordI put my amens. ...Of course I told your brother not tolook too long at white women.[7]When I was your age, the boys we liked went to Vietnam and died there....Lord, we were black and poor, so you know what theycalled us. ...At an intersection. ...A suburb you havenever been to before. ...Always wear clean underwear....You'll get called a n-gger, probably by a friend. Justwait.. ...In case the bus crashes. ...If you need help, finda church. ...My own mama worked in white folks' houses allher life. ...Into the Lord I put my amens. ...Of course Itold your brother not to look too long at white women.[8]Always have some 'mad money' on you in case a man leaves yousomewhere. ...At an intersection. ...A suburb you have neverbeen to before. ...I wish I didn't have to say it but I do:keep a top eye open. ...In case there is a tornado. ...I'mjust tellin you what my mama told me to keep us safe. ...Ifyou need help, find a church. ...Find a Baptist church.

Black folks'll be there.. ...Keep that top eye open on your so-called friends. ...My own mama worked in white folks' houses

all her life. ...Of course I told your brother not tolook too long at white women.[9]All you gotta do in this country is stay black and die....Lord, we were black and poor, so you know what theycalled us ...been that way since Hector was a puppy. ...At anintersection. ...I wish I didn't have to say it but I do:keep a top eye open. ...Always wear clean underwear. ...Incase there is a tornado. ...I'm just tellin you what my mamatold me to keep us safe. ...You'll get called a n-gger,probably by a friend. Just wait.. ...In case the buscrashes. ...If you need help, find a church. ...Keep one eyeopen on your so-called friends.

“Incident”

a travesty generated pantoum     after Countee Cullen


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