Modern, classic hero: Linton Kwesi Johnson marches on to his own beat
Saturday night saw me taking the train into Liverpool to see one of my all-time heroes – the legendary Linton Kwesi Johnson. Even better, he was being supported by one of my more recent all-time heroes, Hollie McNish. Poetic double bills don’t come much better than this, in my opinion.
The gig was being held in a venue that, to my shame, I have never been in before, despite it being open as a contemporary arts centre for several decades. The Black-E is the former Great George Street Congregational Church, and its launch in May 1968 made it the UK's first community arts project, creating a centre where all the arts (performing and making, experimental and traditional) might engage with all the people who chose to come through the doors - young and old, disadvantaged and privileged.
The gig was part of a month-long series of cultural events under the banner of Wowfest, an annual festival that is organised and promoted by Writing on the Wall, a dynamic, Liverpool-based community organisation that co-ordinates projects and events that celebrate writing in all its forms.
The interior of the imposing and impressive venue was fully kitted out for performance use, including extensive theatre lighting, sound systems, stage, as well as a decently stocked and priced bar. The staff were friendly and helpful too, which always makes a difference to a night out.
There was a definite festival buzz in the air - a combination of the summery evening, anticipation of the sold-out gig, the fabulous dub being played on decks on stage, and numerous joyfully loud reunions of old friends. The hugging, the laughter, and the clear delight of people in each other’s company made for a beautifully harmonious atmosphere.
Listening to conversations, and speaking to a few people myself, it became clear that the audience had come to see either one or other of the poets, not both. Being a fan of both, I was interested to see what the reactions would be.
Festival director Madeline Heneghan gave a short biography of Wowfest before handing over the mic to compere Levi Tafari, himself an old-skool dub poet, who treated us to a tribute poem clearly written for the people of Liverpool.
Following the dub-filled interval, Levi Tafari opened the second half of the show with his poem ‘Duboetry’, before introducing the one and only Linton Kwesi Johnson, a man who belies his diminutive stature with quiet powerful dignity and dapper appearance, commanding respect with his gracious and reserved manner. The first black poet to have his work included in Penguin’s Modern Classics series, LKJ - pictured at Camden last year - exploded onto the poetry scene in 1978 with the powerful and angry Dread Beat an’ Blood, heavily influencing the punk and reggae movements of that era and political thinking in the decades to follow. For LKJ “writing was a political act and poetry was a cultural weapon”; his rhythmic stories of Brixton life and the realities faced by young black people in a racist and oppressive Britain had an international resonance.
Following a rapturous reception, he proceeded to deliver a mix of cultural history lesson and dub poetry, including observations on numerous examples of police brutality, corruption and cover-ups, through to the Sus law’s misuse of the Vagrancy Act to apprehend black youths, and Operation Swamp ’81, which led to the Brixton riots and consequent UK-wide rioting. One of the aspects of Linton’s poetry that I love and believe to be really important are his tributes to people, actually naming them, perfectly illustrated by his first poem ‘Five Nights of Bleeding’ (for Leroy Harris) and by the later ‘Reggae fi May Ayim’, an elegy for a fellow poet and activist who committed suicide, included the haunting line “yu final poem in blood pan di groun”.
The twin spectres of Enoch Powell and Margaret Thatcher were raised, as was the New Cross march, when 20,000 people marched in protest at the police and press reaction to a house fire in January 1981 in which 13 young people died. It was widely believed to have been an arson attack, with the National Front suspected as the cause:
instead a raisin di alaam
mek di public know wha gwaan
plenty paypah print pure lie
fi bline joe public eye
and di police dem plat an scheme
canfuse and canceal
mi hear seh
even di poor payrence af di ded dem try fi use
but yu know
in spite a dem wicked prapahghanda
wi refuse fi surrendah
to dem ugly innuendoh
far up till now
nat wan a dem
needah Stakwell, needah Wilson nar Bell
nat wan a dem can tell wi why
One of my favourite poems ever, ‘Sonny’s Lettah’, came early in the set. It was curious to hear it without the musical backing I’m used to, but as soon as he introduced it a wave of audible pleasure crackled through the air.
Displaying humility and modesty, Linton didn’t signal the end of the first poem, segueing straight into his narrative, and you could see people were wanting to clap but not wanting to interrupt him. By the second poem, we were collectively prepared to show our appreciation, and began clapping heartily the second he’d finished, not giving him a chance to segue again. His response was to play it down, telling us “Alright, it’s alright”. We were like a bunch of over-eager kids though, bent on showing him our adulation, and he never got another chance all night to segue.
Towards the end of his set, it became clear that he was in increasing physical discomfort with backache, but gamely carried on without a chair, despite many offers by a besotted audience only too eager to be able to offer help to their hero.
True to his dignified and modest form, when it came time to do an encore, following the first standing ovation, he chose not to do a poem of his own. Rather, he performed the late great Michael Smith’s ‘Mi Cyaan Believe It’, and went out on yet another standing ovation, before making his way to the book signing table, where I was graced with the biggest warmest grin from him which lit us both up. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a book signed by someone but … Linton Kwesi Johnson. Legend. Nuff said.
It’s fair to say that Hollie won over the Linton fans, and vice versa. A magical night that left me with a big smile and warm memories all through the next day. Wowfest has a number of events taking place right up until the end of May, all either free or affordably-priced. Get out to Liverpool and soak up a bit of culture, why don’t you?
PHOTOGRAPHS: GREG FREEMAN / WRITE OUT LOUD