By Larisa Zade, Detroit Institute of Arts

As the DIA has written about previously, we have used Inside|Out  to build and deepen our relationship with community partners. Our work with the InsideOut Literary Arts Project—a local nonprofit that uses poetry to teach students to think critically and express themselves—is a case study that demonstrates the interconnectivity the DIA has found through fine and literary arts. This fall, for the second year in a row, the DIA invited poets from the InsideOut Literary Arts Project to perform at the Inside|Out BikeTour. On Sunday, September 16, more than 100 bicyclists took to the streets of Detroit for the bike tour, which travelled to the DIA’s 11 reproductions at various locations throughout the city. Various forms of entertainment were offered at stops along the 13-mile route, including musical, mechanic, and poetic performances.

In front of the reproduction of Benny Andrews’ Portrait of a Collagist at the Dell Pryor Gallery in Midtown Detroit, the Spitfires, an after-school poetry performance troupe organized through InsideOut Literary Arts Project’s Voices program at Detroit International Academy for Young Women, presented an original poem. Inspired by the Andrews self-portrait, Aryn Smith, Khadijah Shabazz, Sakila Islam, and Queantae Smith wrote the poem they then performed as a group. The Spitfires offered two performances for the riders, who were joined by people walking to local shops and restaurants interested in both the painting and the poetry. Each performance was met with an enthusiastic round of photos and applause for the young and talented poets. Many riders agreed it was the most moving stop along the tour.

“The poem exemplifies InsideOut’s mission of encouraging young people to ‘think broadly, create bravely,’” said Terry Blackhawk, founder and director of the InsideOut Literary Arts Project. “We are grateful for the DIA’s vision and partnership and for the support of benefactors such as the Knight Foundation and Chase in broadening these dimensions and helping us to ‘share our youth’s voices with the wider world.’”

Left to right, Aryn Smith, Khadijah Shabazz, Sakila Islam and Sherina Sharpe, InsideOut Voices writer-in-residence at DIAYW.

Below you can read a transcript of the Spitfires’ poem.

A Vision in Layers

A swish of blue trails my brush’s
tail. It’s a significant first stroke for
jaded eyes  that want to bleed yellow;
orange driven into the depths
of this monochrome, this frosty canvas,
throw pigment from my palette, swirl
child-like nostalgia into candy trees, blend
the blues from my memories, construct
a dream depicted within a dream that mocks
the oppressive borders in this frame.

A bird glides without sound,
trees blossom extraordinary fabric
patches of peaches, crab apples,
under a sunless Heaven. The wind
whispers softly through sand.
I swear I can’t tell where the sky
ends and my vision begins.

Here, truth cannot be taught. Only
felt, found in layers, one truth
backing another, escaping from my brush.

Reality is the walls have been washed,
spackled until a dirty ivory emerged.
I have cast aside the easel
to prove: hanging is not synonymous
with death. We are alive, wrapping ripe
green grass to cover the hate,
to invent  a space where love does not
belong to a color.

My brush is a warrior, a harbinger of promise.
Peace is never forged without a sword to draw
borders into the sand,
the wall,
the water.
Or with a splat of my brush, your troubles are
invisible. Look past the memories in my eyes,
the mess on the floor and accept that you
cannot shine without black
without greens, whites and oranges.

I paint myself, glue my pieces together
surpassing the fourth dimension,
(surpassing the fourth dimension)
excluding all that defies me. I defy them. I defy
them. Color my shadow too thick, allow my
inspiration to sneak up on me, grab me
by the mouth, until I find the iron to defy
textbook rules, to testify that this cotton-
picking farm hand holds the palette, reshapes
work shirts into plaid magnolias, burlap into sand,
handkerchiefs into cotton sacks that offer
sprouting trees. I paint myself weaker, poorer,
hungrier,  darker,  the richest of kings who leaves
pockets gaping, boxes open, ready to accept and build
our intertwined story in vibrant hues.

I am a man who owns a brush that is

allowed more freedom than I.
I am a man who never mutes his mistakes,
these zippers, rips, and tears are all perfect.
I am a man. This brush is a key, opening gates
that can’t stomach my shadow.

I am a painter of the people, I speak for the trees.
My name is Benny, I speak for the me’s
and you’s too, us’s and all of them.

Diving into my own paints I emerge louder
than I am. I will take you to a land where
creation is never shackled. I want you to want
to stretch out to touch me, run your finger
over my collar, over the depth of my camouflage,
over a shoelace and know that there’s not enough
dimension in the world to hold me.

One Response to “A closer look at the InsideOut Literary Arts Project”

  1. Skye says:

    Great article, the Bike Tour was an amazing experience, no doubt about it. And it’s great to see the SpitFires continuing to get such nice publicity. Although, I’d just like to clear up a common misconception: The SpitFires aren’t actually with Inside|Out. They were formed on their own by their director and a group of talented young ladies who all attended Detroit International Academy. The current SpitFires are a mixture of Detroit Int’l Academy students and college students. They are their own group and are not owned by DIA or Inside|Out. Any connection to either is separate to each SpitFire member and they would like to acknowledged so. Thank you.

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