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Cane

Author: Jean Toomer
Copyright: 1923
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Setting Year:
Setting Decade: 1920s
Main Themes: African-American Life
Excerpt: From "Seventh Street" -- Seventh Street is a bastard of Prohibition and the War. A crude-boned, soft-skinned wedge of nigger life breathing its loafer air, jazz songs and love, thrusting unconscious rhythms, black reddish blood into the white and whitewashed wood of Washington. Stale soggy wood of Washington. Wedges rust in soggy wood. . . Split it! In two! Again! Shred it! . . the sun. Wedges are brilliant in the sun; ribbons of wet wood dry and blow away. Black reddish blood. Pouring for crude-boned soft-skinned life, who set you flowing? Blood suckers of the War would spin in a frenzy of dizziness if they drank your blood. Prohibition would put a stop to it. Who set you flowing? White and whitewash disappear in blood. Who set you flowing? Flowing down the smooth asphalt of Seventh Street, in shanties, brick office buildings, theaters, drug stores, restaurants, and cabarets? Eddying on the corners? Swirling like a blood-red smoke up where the buzzards fly in heaven? God would not dare to suck black red blood. A Nigger God! He would duck his head in shame and call for the Judgement Day. Who set you flowing?
Submitted by: Tony Ross
Excerpt Page Number: 53
Address: 7th & T Streets NW 20001
Setting Year:
Setting Decade: 1920s
Main Themes: African-American Life, Nightlife
Excerpt: From the story "Box Seat" -- People come in slowly...mutter, laughs, flutter, whishadwash... and fill vacant seats of Lincoln Theater. Muriel, leading Bernice who is a cross between a washerwoman and blue-blood lady, a washer-blue, a washer-lady, wanders down the right aisle to the lower front box.... Dan is ushered down the aisle. He has to squeeze past the knees of seated people to reach his own seat. He treads on a man's corns. The man grumbles and shoves him off He shrivels close beside a portly Negress whose huge rills of flesh meet about the bones of seat arms.... The men fill the pit. Instruments run the scale and tune, The saxophone moans and throws a fit. Jim Clem, poised over the piano is ready to begin. His head nods forward. Opening crash. The house snaps dark. The curtain recedes upward from the blush of the footlights. Jazz overture is over. The first act is on.
Submitted by: Tony Ross
Excerpt Page Number: 83-86
Address: 1215 U St NW 20001
Setting Year:
Setting Decade: 1920s
Main Themes: African-American Life, Nightlife
Excerpt: From the story "Theater" -- Life of nigger alleys, of pool rooms and restaurants and near-beer saloons soaks into the walls of Howard Theater and sets them throbbing jazz songs. Black0skinned, they dance and shout above the tick and trill of white-walled buildings. At night, they open doors to people who come in to stamp their feet and shout. At night, road-shows volley songs into the mass-heart of black people. Songs soaks the walls and seep out to the nigger life and alleys and hear-beer saloons, of the Poodle Dog and Black Bear cabarets. Afternoons, the house is dark, and the walls are sleeping singers until rehearsal beings... Then they start throbbing to a subtle syncopation. And the space-dark air grows softly luminous.
Submitted by: Tony Ross
Excerpt Page Number: 67
Address: 620 T St NW 20001
Setting Year:
Setting Decade: 1920s
Main Themes: Children's Lives, Teen Lives
Excerpt: From the story "Avey" -- For a long time she was nothing more to me than one of those skirted beings whom boys at a certain age disdain to play with. Just how I came to love her, timidly, and with secret blushes, I do not know. But that I did was brought home to me one night, the first night that Ned wore his long pants. Us fellers were seated on the curb before an apartment house where she had gone in. The young trees had not outgrown their boxes then. V Street was lined with them. When our legs grew cramped and stiff from the cold of the stone, we'd stand around a box and whittle it. I like to think now that there was a hidden purpose in the way we hacked them with our knives. I like to feel that something deep in me responded to the trees, the young trees that whinnied like colts impatient to be let free...
Submitted by: Tony Ross
Excerpt Page Number: 57
Address: 11th & V St NW 20001
Setting Year:
Setting Decade: 1920s
Main Themes: Migration
Excerpt: I have a spot in Soldier's Home to which I always go when I want the simple beauty of another's soul. Robins spring about the lawn all day. They leave their footprints in the grass. I imagine that the grass at night smells sweet and fresh because of them. The ground in high. Washington lies below. Its light spreads like a blush against the darkened sky. Against the soft dusk sky of Washington. And when the wind is fro the South, soil of my homeland falls like a fertile shower upon the lean streets of the city. Upon my hill is Soldier's Home. I know the policeman who watches the place of nights.... I tell him that I do not come there with a girl to do the thing he's paid to watch out for. I look deep in his eyes when I say these things and he believes me.
Submitted by: Tony Ross
Excerpt Page Number: 62
Address: 3700 N Capital St NW 20011