The richest girl in town. (fightingwords) wrote,
The richest girl in town.
fightingwords

the natives are restless.

i went to see king kong on monday, and i must say that it was exactly would i figured it would be: depressing. but what else could it be? the story itself? the fact that peter jackson would find it necessary to tell that story again? mostly, though, i just felt sad. his eyes stayed with me for the rest of the day. strange.

but here's a poem i told nadyalec that i would post a week ago. it's by my favorite, hattie gossett. this is the poem that i referenced here, a poem that got gossett's work called "low-culture" in one of my seminars.

king kong!
kingg kongg!
kinggg konggg!

if king kong had been home
with his kids and his old lady and his neighbors
helping to protect their turf from the invaders
he never would have gotten hauled across the ocean
and ended up getting shot off the top of the empire state building
and what was that boy doing up there
in the dark
with that woman
anyway

king kong according to the new york times*
is a metaphor for:
            "the Natural Child, the Last Romantic,
            the Noble Savage, the Oppressed Proletarian,
            the Black Man entering modern history in chains,
            the Third World Emissary."
hounded      harassed      hirsute
the poor boy is forced to strike out
wildly      ragefully
in a mad mammoth monkey manner
bound to bring about his own and his peoples destruction
oh the tragedy
oh the drama
oh the trauma
oh the injustice of it all

well
what i want to know is
what about king kongs wife and his kids
mrs kong and the little kongs
whatever happened to them after he deathwished and tripped himself right out of their lives
did they have an insurance policy to fall back on
simian social security
a pension perhaps
or did kong work
did mrs kong get a job as a maid in a circus monkey act
and visit the kids at her mamas house when the show was laying over
did ms magazine or essence magazine do a cover story on her
did nair offer her an exclusive lifetime contract
or did she fade into obscurity
whatever
you know girlfriend aint getting no royalties offa those buttons and tee shirts with that other womans picture on them
or offa those books and movies that dont even mention her or the kids or the community

and what was this symbol of all oppressed people doing lusting after the oppressors woman
can you get to that
cuz thats what caused the boy to get his butt beat
hows he gonna sound
a gorilla
falling madly in love with a ms anne human being who is setting him up for the kill

what kind of peoples representative spends his time running around town snatching airplanes out of the sky featherpunching skyscrapers to dust chewing cannons picking his teeth with telephone poles
all as expressions of rage
cuz he cant wrap his paws around the elusive dream
conga drumming on his chest and hollering
uga booga! uga booga! uga booga!
come here honey and gimme some suga!


and what is mrs kong supposed to tell the little kongs when they get hip enough to start putting 2+2 together and asking questions about this mad monster monkey
if i was mrs kong
the first thing i would do is change my name and my kids name from kong to something more everyday like johnson
then i would tell them that they didnt have no daddy
i would tell them that king kong was just this dude i used to mess with during a period of emptyheadedness
i would tell them that they are the result of roots or alternative insemination
i would use king kong as an object lesson in chimpchumpness
i would call him as prime example of sitting at the lunchcounter during the food service workers strike
i would make charts and graphs showing how his roar was writing checks that his ass couldnt cash
impotent
in spite of his super dick
strong of back
and weak in mind
a willing yielder unto the slightest temptation
a pissy pants punk

cuz if king kong had been home
with his kids and his old lady and his neighbors
helping to protect their turf from the invaders
he never would have gotten hauled across the ocean
and ended up getting shot off the top of the empire state building
and the world trade center
and what was that boy doing up there
in the dark
with that woman
anyway


*12/12/76 New York Times Magazine Section, "Kong & I" by Wallace Markfield

-- hattie gossett, © 1988
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