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shibasparklez · 6 months

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🌙✨Jake as a CG!✨🌙

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🌙Road-trips! All the time. He plays all of your favorite tunes and sings along with you. Lets you get all kinds of baby snacks for it too. Maybe even buckles you into a car seat. “Just so you’re safe, cariño.” No matter what he always puts your seatbelt on for you, maybe with a kiss on the forehead for good measure.

🌙The most protective while you’re out for walks. Always needs to be holding your hand. Taps on your hand if you get distracted and let go. He gives a lot of non verbal commands, since he’s mostly very quiet.

🌙Likes to watch old cartoons with you! Especially looney tunes or tom and jerry. He likes that old school goofy sense of humor.

🌙He loves toy cars! Sometimes he sits you on his lap and drives the little cars around on the rug for a while. His favorites are the more vintage cars, but he doesn’t mind hot wheels.

🌙If you don’t know a lot of Spanish, he helps you learn a little by giving simple directions. Like if you’re being super bouncy and he needs you to calm down he places his hand on your back like “Siéntate.” (sit down). If you like pet regression, he does this like he’s training a puppy!

🌙Though if you know a lot of Spanish? He’s constantly joking with you when he knows nobody else around you knows Spanish. Leans in while some guy is having an argument to murmur. “¿Cuál es su pinche problema?” (What’s this guy’s problem?)

🌙Puts his jacket on you as a blanket if you fall asleep while he’s driving 🥺

🌙Whistles and hums the theme songs to your favorite baby shows to cheer you up.

🌙Asks you to point out things you see that are certain colors, groups in certain numbers, etc while he’s driving with you. He’s a big lover of any games that can be played on the road in general.

🌙He absolutely melts if you just hold onto his pinkie.

🌙Likes to let you sit in the passenger seat while he’s working as a driver. It’s kind of a “bring your kid to work day” situation.

🌙Would get you galletas de grageas from the bakery! Or polovorones! I’ve tried them both and they’re delicious.

🌙CG song: Sandman - Tai Verdes

#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #agere #age regression #petre #pet regression #I’ve never done anything like this before but I had the Urge #cuddly nightmares #if you’re a Spanish speaker pls feel free to correct me!#fandom agere #mine 🐇

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bundrops-n-fluffytops · 11 months

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Welcome Home Agere Fic - Baby’s Instinct Ch. 2

Characters: Little!Wally Darling, CG! Poppy Partridge, CG!Missy McBee (OC), CG! Eddie Dear, CG! Barnaby B. Beagle

Chapters: 2-4(?)

Setting: Poppy’s Barn (living room, kitchen), Missy’s Hive (restaurant, upstairs apartment), Eddie’s Post Office (front desk, upstairs apartment), Barnaby’s Dog House (living room, bathroom, guest bedroom)

Premise: Just the various little things that Wally calls his caregivers.

Author’s Note: First fic with an oc!! Figured I would practice writing my own characters and this is a good way to practice! Hope you guys like Missy :>>

Also she does speak Spanish momentarily in this fic, I used an AI to help translate so do let me know if it is accurate cjvjvj

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Chapter 2: MISSY

McBee’s was a fairly new restaurant that had opened nearby Welcome Home, but it had quickly become a town landmark for being a nice change of pace for the townsfolk. The owner - Missy McBee - and a whole heaping amount of coworkers had moved from the lovely South in order to further pursue her dream of cooking for others, and with the opening of her restaurant it wad pushed further.

With that, she also connected well with the townsfolk; gossiping and laughing with Julie and Poppy, sharing her woes in with with Eddie and Howdy, and - most importantly - meeting the ever so mysterious Wally Darling.

Wally was a case of being so friendly yet ever so secretive. Those eyes had something to hide, yet she wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was how he spoke, how robotic his laughter was, or maybe the way he was almost never alone, usually accompanying a friend of his by hand or by ride.

Missy was curious, but didn’t want to push. Running her business was more important than focusing on one single resident of the town, so there wasn’t much of a point to focus on him.

However, it soon made itself apparent that she should’ve been attentive.

It was a regular day at work, half of her worker bees taking orders left and right, and the other half cooking the orders given. The smell of fresh food filled the air, motivating Missy to work even more as she buzzed around the restaurant, looking for a customer.

The first customer that had caught her eye was none other than the aforementioned Wally Darling, sitting tensely at his spot on one of the checkered tables fiddling with his red ascot. Missy straightened her back and cleared her throat, before quickly making her way towards the bluenette.

“Well good morning, dear! Welcome to McBee’s, where every meal is buzzing with flavor for the whole family! My name is Missy, and I will be your waitress for today. What can I get started for you, hun?” A phrase she had no problem memorizing for every customer, she waited patiently for the bluenette to answer. It took… a concerning amount of time for him to answer.

She figured he didn’t hear her.

*snap snap*

“You awake, hun?”

She saw how he flinched harshly at the sound of her fingers snapping together, his closed fists clenching tighter. She began to notice little details about his demeanor, most of them concerning her.

His shoulders were hunched and curled around his chest, his hands clasped together tightly, and his head hovering over the table. He was shaking as well, and that tell-tale grin was wavering ever so slightly. Even then, he seemed to keep his posture to the best of his ability, presenting himself as stable.

This concerned Missy greatly. She needed to do something.

“Hun… do you need a minute? Is everything alright?”, she questioned him. Wally jerked a bit from his seat, his startled gaze meeting hers. He stared for a moment, before swallowing hard and muttering a small ‘no.’ Missy frowned at that shaking her head.

“Cariño, you look about as nervous as a fly in a glue factory, are you sure you don’t need a minute?” Missy rested her lower hands on her hips, bending forward to the smaller one’s level. The aforementioned puppet wrapped his arms around his body slowly, squeezing tightly. He exhaled, his breath wavering.

Missy furrowed her brow, thinking hard, before snapping her fingers as an idea struck. She turned behind herself towards the nearest waiter bee, quickly speeding towards him.

“¡Oye, puedes encargarte de la cocina por un rato? Tengo un cliente que necesita ayuda y parece tenso, necesito que alguien seencargue,” she quickly said to him. The waiter bee nodded, before zooming towards the kitchen. Missy then hurried back to where the bluenette had been sitting, then crouched to his level.

“Hey, amiguito,” she started, “do you want to go out back to take a breather? You look like a balloon just ‘bout to deflate, hm?”

Wally stared up at her, still slightly shaking, then nodding hesitantly. They took each other’s hands before walking out of the swinging front doors, the cool outside air hitting them as the doors closed behind them. Almost as soon as they knew they were outside, Wally’s breathing hitched as tears streamed down their face. They fell onto their bottom and curled up into a ball, crying uncontrollably and startling Missy greatly.

“Ah- Wally?!,” she exclaimed, “are you alright? Oh dear-“ Missy quickly fell to her knees and propped herself in front of the sobbing man. He continued to cry, his head in his knees and his hands clamped around his ears and head. Missy then noticed that she could make something out of his inelegant blubbering.

“It- it woud…” he cried, “it too woud in der’, it huwt-“ It was all she could manage to hear before he went back to sobbing into himself. His words were slurred and were that of a young child’s. She wasn’t sure why exactly, but clearly he was in a very vulnerable state.

“It’s too loud in there, honey?” she questioned him gently. Wally scrubbed his face with his sleeve, sniffling and nodding. Missy ‘aww’ed at that, shaking her head.

“I know you must be very upset, mi chiquitín,” she said, her voice low and soft, “but would you like a hug? Hugs usually make me feel better.” The bee held out her upper and lower arms wide around herself, offering the chance for him to take. Thankfully, Wally nodded slowly, before scooting towards and resting himself against her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his tiny body, enveloping him in a loving and comforting embrace as he continued to cry into her chest. She spent the moment rubbing his hair and back slowly, gently shushing him and whispering “it’s okay” and “it’ll be alright” and “I’m here”.

Wally’s crying died down a little bit not too long after, only the occasional hiccup and whimper. Missy took this to tilt his head towards her, his gaze fitting hers.

“There… all better, now?” she asked him, the baby bluenette nodding tiredly. The waitress slowly unraveled her arms from his body, though hesitantly, and sat back. The tiny painter rubbed his eyes and sniffled, his breathing wavering but stable.

“I sowwy…” Wally whimpered, wiping his arms over his eyes. One hand was close to his mouth, the thumb tracing his lips.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” she reassured, rubbing his shoulder, “I promise you.” She took notice of how close his thumb was to his mouth, but ignored it.

The two fell into a momentary silence, filled only with Wally’s sniffling and Missy’s comforting words. They let themselves fall into each other’s presence, feeling a sense of trust between the two. The quiet and chilly air juxtaposed from the busy, loud interior of the hive was a calming feeling, not as overwhelming as it was before. It felt much nicer, much better.

Missy soon broke the silence between the two after a short while.

“You want to go back inside now, hun?” She asked gently, referring to his spot inside the restaurant. Wally jumped at that and furiously shook his head no. Missy frowned at that, before she smiled once more at a new idea. She looked to her right and… yep, outside tables. Perfect.

“Would you like to eat outside instead?”, she suggested, “I have some tables out here if you would like to sit here.” The little bluenette looked over to her side, staring at the tables for a bit. She could tell he was thinking about it. He soon looked back at her and nodded slowly.

Missy smiled back. She slowly stood from her spot in front of him, holding out a hand to pull him up. Once the two were standing once more, she led the bluenette to one of the small hexagon tables near them, before sitting him down at one of the bench chairs surrounding it.

“Now, I’m gonna go back inside and get you a menu, okay? While I’m gone, stay right here. I’ll be back, okay amiguito?” The waitress kept her voice soft and gentle. Wally tussled at his ascot timidly, before nodding.

“Otay, mom- mm, ma’am,” he responded. Her eyes widened slightly, taken aback for a second.

Did he just call her… no, he couldn’t. There’s no way. She isn’t mom material.

Well, no time to worry about it. She had to feed this kid. She cleared her throat, straightening her back and brushing off her apron.

“Alrighty. Stay really still while I get your menu, hun,” she said with a buzz in her step. She turned back to the front doors of the hive and quickly made her way inside, that response still buzzing in her mind. It felt.. fitting, almost.

Well, if that was the case, as well have Mom feed her baby.

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xdeadxxeyes · 3 months

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#total drama #total drama agere #lolzies #bored #idk what to tag this as #idk how to tag this #pinterest #mexican american #this is random i know #but I can't speak #spanish #so im like an embarrassment

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captainhappyclaws · 3 months

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Agere shopping

So yesterday I bought sm little things and m so excited !! This was the first time I shopped anything like this by myself so it was smthh really weird but... Freeing :>

Soo In the center of it all there's a page of my little journal, and I wrote some stuff I'd like to buy (as you may see I'm out of ideas on what type of toys I like when I regress? maybe bc my age varies a lot. Feel free to comment which ones work for u :3!)

I liked this Alice in Wonderland book a lot bc u can also paint!! [oh and that yellow bear over there doesn't have a name yet... in case anyone has any suggestion ^^]

Then I found a little puzzle I was really looking forward to since I've always liked puzzles when m big. But doing a simple, 24 pieces puzzle was really relaxing and helped me stay in littlespace :> [also... those three guys on the right don't have names either... but they helped me build the puzzle!]

Aand last but not least some coloring books. The bottom one is real cool cuz it has little activities toooo. Like a find the differences and then paint em all or circle ur favorite food and color em. Theres even a tic tac toe you are supposed to play with a friend buut I dont have any friend who regresses or know abt it so... ohh and theres also a make a wish fountain so u can make ur wish and then paint ittt.

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aew-kun-age-regression · 10 days

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Tu Hablas Español -🌀

Ehhh

Yo hablo un pequeño Español.?

I have been learning Spanish but I am not very good yet.

#im not even confident that that is little in Spanish- im pretty sure the rest of the sentence is correct tho #aewlittlerambles #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little post #little space #agere little #sfw little community #🌀anon

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tinytinybumblebee · 1 year

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Spanish Jackie getting used as a last minute baby sitter when Ed and Stede have business at the Republic and can't bring little ones

Babie Izzy calls her nana

Ooh my goodness YES xD♡♡

She's just standing there for a soild minute, looking at the tiny one and being like "You want a drink?"

And one of her husband's is like, "Blackbeard said they're 3!!"

"Well that's when Spanish Jackie started!" xD

She's honestly not that bad of a babysitter, she'll set up a lil safe play place for the tiny one that has some fun toys and other things to occupy them while she is attending to business ♡ Probably even hanging up the drawings the tiny ones make in her room!

But with babie Izzy- Jackie is having a serious pirate meeting while Izzy is seated on her lap because the lil babie doesn't like being by himself.

Which, is honestly even more intimidating! Because she'll be making deals and if the pirate says something she doesn't like, she'll look to Izzy and let him babble for a moment.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly Iz, his nose would look far better in the jar, maybe it'll stop it from growing from all the lies he's spewin'."

Annd that honestly becomes a fave thing for Jackie to do, because who knew having a regressed Izzy makes for a great intimidation tactic?? xD

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #sfw #mailbox #ofmd #izzy hands #spanish jackie

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 1 year

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not julián's parents being xenophobic 💀💀💀

#viviwatchesemdt #average spanish middle agers i guess #also he's gonna meet them later in 1981 right???#that's gonna be fun #i would love to see my parents when they worked together in the 90s

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littlesfae · 3 months

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small me likes doin duolingo bcuz just knowin baby steps of a language makes me feel small :3

#age regressor #sfw agere #little space #dunno why but its funnnnn!#m doin spanish n french #yaaaaay

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bbeanmomo · 6 months

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Lately been babbling in spanish when I'm little now.. an I dun think I know anyone who speaks spanish.. I wan friends I can regress wid an speak spanish..

#agere little #agere #age re safe space #age regression #sfw age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw age dreamer #spanish

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neoxiii · 7 months

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Me and cutie cat! <3

#agere sfw #ageregression #agere #sfw littlespace #spanish #cats

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whoisross159 · 11 months

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Mereces tu presente??

Okey, no hago una presentación oficial porque prefiero estar en el anonimato. Amo expresarme sin ningún límite y obviamente si tienen algo que refutar o aclararme, son libres de hacerlo siempre y cuando sean respetuosos al decirlo. Quiero crear una comunidad bonita donde se pueda pasar el chismecito sin ninguna agresión. FUNAS AQUI, NO!!

Así que con eso claro, paso a hablar del tema.

Si has pasado noches enteras pensando en... ¿Por qué me ha tocado vivir esto? ¿en serio el destino sabe lo que realmente quiero?. Hermanx, te entiendo

Muchas veces dudamos si lo que estamos viviendo, ya sea que estes en una buena o mala epoca de tu vida, realmente nos lo merecemos. Pasamos horas buscando respuesta de que si estamos listos para afrontar lo que se venga y esperamos que algo de manera magica responda esa pregunta porque necesitamos saber de que todo ira bien (DE QUE LO HARÁS BIEN).

Queremos que algo externo nos apriete la mano y nos manifieste que nosotros podremos con "eso". Esto para la gente que no tiene personas responsablemente afectivas puede ser algo que los mate por dentro. No se averguenzen, no esta mal pedir esa confirmación, al contrario, te hace sentar cabeza y reflexionar del recorrido que pasaste para llegar a este punto.

Siempre vivimos con incertidumbre del futuro y con el eterno "si hubiera" del pasado, pero nunca vemos al presente como lo que es: El unico momento para cambiar las cosas. No dudes que mereces la felicidad que tienes ahora, no dudes de que tu tristeza o ira son necesarias para iniciar una nueva etapa de tu vida. Cada sentimiendo, momento y persona estan ahí por algún motivo. Tal vez ahora no lo supes y quiza nunca lo averigues pero si aparecio ahí, algo relevante vino a hacer.

El presente es el unico momento de los tres que se pasa muy rapido. No lo desaproveches :D

#pink blog #blond girl #agere blog #learn spanish #spanish style #reflection #presen

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jacksdinonuggets · 3 months

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Chaggie agere fic!

Charlie stayed up all night again and needs a break. Sorry if it's too short.

It was about noon when Vaggie really started to get worried. Charlie had stayed up all night, trying to figure out a way to stop extermination and make the hotel work. The girl had eye bags under her eye bags and refused to sleep. The whole Hazbin squad was worried. As vaggie tried to hold an intervention, the rest stood back and watched.

“Come on, Hun, you need a break,” Vaggie said trying to steer Charlie away from her notes. She was currently sitting on the couch in the common area, a bunch of papers with notes on them covered the coffee table and there was a thumb-tack board that was covered with red thread connecting news articles and ideas and more random stuff.

“Extermination is in 4 months, Vaggie! If i can’t find a way to stop it, then everyone will die, and it's all my fault!” She cried. Everything seemed to be her fault. Why couldn't she just be helpful for once?!

“Hey, its not your fault. And not everyone will die. We still have some time. But i think you deserve a much-needed break,” Vaggie rubbed her shoulder from behind the couch. It was a nice massage since she was very tense from the horrible posture she maintained throughout the night.

“No, I don’t. Theres not much time left and I can’t waste it on resting.” Charlie continued to hunch over her work.

“Come on, Princess, ya need a break,” Angel interrupted from the back of the room.

“No, I Don’t! I’m perfectly fine without one!” She snapped at him. He kind of sunk down in defeat, making Charlie worry that she just ruined everything again.

“I- I’m sorry i snapped, but I’m still not gonna put this city’s life at risk because i decided to take a nap,” She apologized. Vaggie looked so done with her girlfriend. They both worried and cared for each other a lot. So, sensing that Charlie was being like this because she didn’t have a break yet, she picked her up from under her armpits like a cat and then cradled her to her chest.

“No! Put me down! I am the princess of hell!” She tried to squirm out of Vaggies hands.

“Sweetie, you need a break,” Vaggie said once again.

“I-.I-” Charlie’s voice cracked before she broke out into sobs. God, she was so exhausted but she couldn’t rest. Sleep was for the weak and she had to prove to heaven how very big and strong she was.

“Shh, Shh, Its okay,” Vaggie whispered in a soothing tone. Charlie curled up even more as she sobbed, giving away a hint that she had now slipped.

Charlie sometimes would use age regression to cope with extermination or just stressful situations. Vaggie first brought it up to her since she also used it and wanted to give Charlie a healthy coping mechanism to try. The two mostly took care of each other or regressed alone.

Sir pentious wanted to help since he really admired Charlie and her efforts. He slithered his over to them and looked at her.

“Hey, Everything’s ok-” Even louder wails erupted from Charlie as soon as she saw him. Everyone seemed so scary right now besides Vaggie, her caregiver. She just wanted to curl up in bed and cuddle with her stuffies.

“Come on, sweetie, You’re gonna be okay, We’re heading up to our room, alright?” Vaggie comforted her while walking a way. She muttered a ‘sorry’ at Sir Pentious.

Once they reached their master bedroom, Vaggie laid her crying princess on the bed before going into the closet to grab a couple of things. She came out with a beach bag that had rainbows and a sun on it. Inside were her Little Items. She had multiple pacifiers, a few sippy cups and one bottle. She also had a bunch of coloring books and bedtime stories in there. On the bed, currently, was her duck stuffed animal that Lucifier had given to her when she was very young.

Vaggie quickly filled the bottle up with water and gave Charlie her ducky. She sat on the bed and pulled her into her lap to begin rocking her. She started to sing a spanish lullaby, hoping it would help calm her baby down. Luckily it did and her cries were now quiet but she was still very small. So Vaggie held the bottle up to Charlies mouth and she began to suckle on it. All of the crying made her really thirsty.

“I think this little one needs a nap,” Vaggie said once Charlie finished the bottle.

“Bu’ I wanna play,” Charlie pouted.

“You can play when you wake up, but for now, its Night-Nigh time.” Vaggie helped change her little one out of her suspenders and suit and into pajamas before tucking her in.

“Sleep well, Charlie,” Vaggie said before kissing her forehead goodnight.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere fanfic #fandom agere #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #agere charlie morningstar #little charlie #age regression fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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garadinervi · 6 months

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For her, poetry is a social act, by Mickey Fridman, «San Francisco Examiner», December 7, 1977 [Constellations of Black feminism in UC Berkeley’s archives – Stories of UC Berkeley Library. Carton 6:50, Barbara Christian papers, BANC MSS 2003/199 c, The Bancroft Library, University of California, Berkeley, CA]

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For her, poetry is a social act

By Mickey Friedman Examiner Photo by Katy Raddatz

(Image description) June Jordan is seen in front of a chalkboard, looking toward the camera. (Image caption) June Jordan: The New York Times wrote: 'Whatever becomes of poetry in English hereafter, Jordan's poems will likely be a conspicuous part of it'

While many who write poetry do so for private self-expression, poet June Jordan feels that inner satisfaction is only half the story. For her, a poem is a social act. "If you hope to deserve the attention of anyone other than yourself, you're serving a social goal," she says.

At 41, June Jordan has published 10 books. She is black, politically active, a native of Harlem who grew up in Brooklyn's Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood, where she was a member of a gang called the Royal Bops. She is divorced and has a son at Harvard. Her latest book of poetry, "Things That I Do in the Dark" (Random House) is a selection of her work from 1966 to 1976.

Of the book, Hayden Carruth wrote in the New York Times Book Review, "Whatever becomes of poetry in English hereafter, Jordan's poems will likely be a conspicuous part of it."

Jordan does not talk about other people understanding or empathizing with her poems. What her readers can do, she hopes, is "use" her work, implying an active partnership between writer and reader. "If you write a love poem, if it's a good poem, you've depicted your feelings with accuracy. If other people can use it, they come to a better understanding of their own love," she says.

Along with poems on blackness, politics and a gamut of other topics, a section of "Things That I Do in the Dark" is devoted to love poems — some of them passionate and lyrical, others, like "About Long Distances on Saturday," slightly wry:

he calls me from his house and the timing seems bad and I offer to call him back later but he says "no" I'm about to split for the weekend so call me yeah early next week or sometime and the answer is that the question is (isn't it) where are you going baby without me?

Jordan, very much the conscious artist, does not write in the "confessional" mode that "dominated poetry in the '50s," she says. "I feel that confessional poetry was a part of my life in my late teens, at a time when I wasn't really interested in other people," she says. "Most of us stop being teen-agers, and want other people to care about what we're doing. During the '60s, the civil rights movement, the peace movement and the women's movement served to propel us out of the confessional mode into a more political posture. In the context of these three movements, poetry received an enormous boost in interest."

Since language is one of Jordan's basic concerns, she has been empathetic about preserving the nuances of black English and not teaching black children that their speech is wrong. She has written, "… as a black poet and writer, I hate words that cancel my name and my history and the freedom of my future; I hate the words that condemn and refuse the language of my people in America." In her own poems, the cadences of black speech are often evident.

Jordan says she became a poet "as a result of reading Shakespeare and the Bible when I was much too young to understand them. I was influenced by the music of the words." She was also strongly affected by hearing recordings of Dylan Thomas reading his poetry: "It had a tremendous influence on me. It was almost as if he were speaking Spanish in English, it was so musical. My other big influence was Shelley. He's also mellifluous and musical."

One of Jordan's most pressing concerns at the moment is the deterioration of language. "This is one political struggle I hope I'm a serious part of," she says. "If we don't retrieve our language so we can trust it, the possibilities for interaction are gone. There isn't an alternative to words." Mentioning George Orwell's essay, "Politics and the English Language," Jordan says that political figures have been prime offenders: "The guiding principle that has been inculcated in our leaders is that they should only deal with one idea, and reiterate it over and over," she says. "Most things are more complicated than that. This is a public style of dishonesty that comes from the misuse of our language."

In these days when rhyme and meter have largely gone by the board, it is sometimes hard for the layman to judge what constitutes a good poem. Can objective standards be applied? Jordan says emphatically that they can, and sets forth guidelines in a series of questions: "First, find out what the poet was trying to do. What is he trying to have you see, feel, smell? Then, ask yourself if he has done it. Are the images hackneyed? Is there consistency in the kind of language that's used? If not, does it add to the impact of the poem? Are the verb tenses consistent? Do you feel the voice inside the poem is clear?"

Jordan is currently working on her second novel, "OK, Now," which will be published in the winter of 1978. "The idea is an enormous idea, in the Utopian tradition," she says. "It's written with a somewhat proselytizing attitude. It's about a commune, and land reform in Mississippi. I have to take it through good and bad times, enough so people don't feel I've loaded the scales."

How is writing a novel different from writing poetry? "In a poem, you can contain two voices at best. But in a novel, you can encompass a likely variety of contemporary Americans."

After the novel, Jordan wants to write a book of poems "that will involve getting to know this country. I think it's ridiculous to call yourself an American poet and all you know is New York." To help her learn the country, Jordan is considering moving to the Bay Area, where she would teach at UC Berkeley. "In New York, everything is so expensive and so dense," she says. "I want to come out here and see how people live when the environmental stress has been drastically reduced. I'd like to know how it feels to be able to park your car next to your house."

Page 22—S.F. Examiner Wed., Dec. 7, 1977

#graphic design #poetry #newspaper #june jordan #mickey fridman #san francisco examiner #barbara christian papers #the bancroft library #university of california library #1970s

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