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Working at the University of Toronto’s Robarts Library, Rudyard Fearon is a long way from where he was born in Clarendon, Jamaica. Fearon came to Canada in 1974 and began working at the library in 1982. That is where he found fertile ground to develop as a writer. RF: What a difference it made in my development as a writer. It’s really there that I received my education. Living and working in Toronto, Fearon has written, published and performed his poetry many times. But it was at the university library that the idea for the CD and the name Free Soil was born. RF: It was while reading these books that I stumbled upon the term ‘Free Soil.’ I realized immediately that it embodies a significant theme of my work, racial discrimination, especially in poems like ‘Busing,’ ‘Ten Little Toes,’ and ‘Mulatto.’ During the time of slavery in the United States, the term Free Soil was used to designate those new territories of America not allowing slavery. Eventually, the words came to symbolize the abolitionist movement and freedom from oppression. RF: In my mind ‘Free Soil’ also refers to the lushness of vegetation and the fertility of the land. In 1997 I went home to Jamaica to visit. I was staying in Mandeville with a cousin of mine that I grew up with. He lived on a hill. Looking down from that hill, I beheld the pastoral beauty of the land and I started snapping pictures. My cousin laughed at me. He said: ‘Ruddy, yu tun touris’, mon.’ Performing at venues across the city, Fearon specializes in dramatic and physical performances of his words. Though a free and intense performer, Rudy Fearon smiles and becomes shy talking about himself. RF: Every time I am asked for a bio, I cringe. After all, isn’t it enough that I am stripped bare by my own poems. People want to know who you are — my name is Rudyard Wilberforce St. Francis Fearon and I was born in Jamaica! At thirteen Fearon missed a chance getting a scholarship to attend high school, but his father, then married and living in the United States, agreed to pay for Rudyard to attend a private school. RF: It was there that I was introduced to poetry, ‘The Daffodills’ by William Wordsworth… Fearon lists many poets as influential such as Robert Frost and Langston Hughs, but puts Jamaican-born Claude McKay above all others. RF: If there were one poem that had an effect on me, it was ‘If We Must Die.’ I read that poem and it gave me goose bumps. It triggered me to write my own ‘Black Sin.’ Fearon continues to write and perform at events in the Greater Toronto Area. |
400 Years Waiting Sittin’ on de corna waitin’ fah massa. sittin’ on de corna waitin’ fah ansa. knives ready guns ready bombs ready. sittin’ on de corna waitin’ fah massa. sittin’ on de corner waitin’ fah ansa. see massa deh! knives ready guns ready bombs ready all ready! hold fire! hold fire! massa black… massa black… sittin’ on de corna waitin’ fah massa. sittin’ on de corna waitin’ fah ansa. waitin’ fah ansa… © 2001 by Rudyard Fearon All rights reserved. Times are Changing I can see the sun rising in the west. Mothers becoming fathers, fathers becoming mothers, sisters becoming brothers, brothers becoming sisters. Yesterday becoming tomorrow becoming today. Times are changing. God, are you changing too? © 2001 by Rudyard Fearon All rights reserved. Vision Do you feel me tip-toeing across the ceiling of your mind? Do you see me spiralling in the landscape of your vision? Do you hear me echoing in the wilderness of your dreams? Do you? Do you? Do you? © 2001 by Rudyard Fearon All rights reserved. Freedom If i had the key, i would release all the prisoners of the world. i would tell them, “go sow your seeds, multiply!” Then i would quickly lock myself in; and laugh at freedom. © 2001 by Rudyard Fearon All rights reserved. Mulatto (Nigger Charlie Came) Up drift a black cloud Over the border From southern town Nigger Charlie came Settled in a white town. Met white Mary And the whole town frowned. The women gossiped— The men swore! Nigger Charlie left— Couldn’t take no more. And neighbours didn’t mind, ’Til they found Half of him left behind! © 2001 by Rudyard Fearon All rights reserved. |
Free Soil Image Dead Poem Aching Feet The Light The Accident Sleeping Tank Rain Clouds Ten Little Toes Dreams Where do I Fall Wild Daffodils Tavern Talk Logic Sequence Revenge Noise My Wife Left Me Shy Bastard Children Booze Can Busing Tea The News Bridal Gown Stranger A Kiss Since I Met You White Sheets Between the Trees Tropical Trees Ghetto Man Fathers Maxi Me Basket Jailhouse My House The Attic The Rat Potholes Talk Dirty Rotting Red River Not to be Obedient The Masqueraders Stop de Masquerade See de Gun deh The Beggar Atop the Hill Little Elaine Justice Surreal Maze Catching Up Confused Culture Street Tourism Wedding Band Somebody Had to Die Free Soil is both an audio CD and a multi-media electronic book in CD-ROM format. You can play the audio portion on any CD player and view the multi-media components on either a PC or Mac computer. To buy Free Soil online using your credit card, click HERE 809-2110 Keele Street Toronto, Ontario CANADA M6M 3Z2 Web site All rights reserved. |