From The Corner of Cassius....at O, Miami

Shaneeka Harrell's From the Corner of Cassius...An Experience of Me, Miami, and Ali opened April 9, 2015 as part of O, Miami Poetry Festival. 

 

Collaborators include: 

  • Teo Castellanos, Theatrical Direction
  • DJ Le Spam, Musical Score
  • Josieu Jean, Video, Set and Graphic Design
  • Gary Lund, Lighting Design

The work also features poet and lyricist, Denice Frohman's Muhammad Ali poem.

Thanks to all who have made the launch of this project possible including:  Miami Light Project and their team, and, of course, the folks at O, Miami

For links and insight to the ideas driving the work, check out: 

O, Miami Blog ..Aint I Pretty?

Rebekah Lengel Herald article

 

         Interview with Shaneeka on vice.com

And since it is further down the blog posts....also visit Bas Fisher Invitational's images from the Weird Miami Bust tour where the piece met its first audiences. 

 

Day 5 - the legend of Cassius Clay (by Clay-Ali)

Thinking of Clay in his own words...one of his most remembered rants...before the historic Liston fight

This is the legend of Cassius Clay, 
The most beautiful fighter in the world today.
He talks a great deal, and brags indeed-y, 
of a muscular punch that's incredibly speed-y.
The fistic world was dull and weary,
But with a champ like Liston, things had to be dreary.
Then someone with color and someone with dash, 
Brought fight fans are runnin' with Cash.
This brash young boxer is something to see 
And the heavyweight championship is his des-tin-y.
This kid fights great; he’s got speed and endurance,
But if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance.
This kid's got a left; this kid's got a right,
If he hit you once, you're asleep for the night.
And as you lie on the floor while the ref counts ten,
You’ll pray that you won’t have to fight me again.
For I am the man this poem’s about,
The next champ of the world, there isn’t a doubt.
This I predict and I know the score,
I’ll be champ of the world in ’64.
When I say three, they’ll go in the third,

So don’t bet against me, I’m a man of my word.
He is the greatest! Yes!
I am the man this poem’s about,
I’ll be champ of the world, there isn’t a doubt.
Here I predict Mr. Liston’s dismemberment,
I’ll hit him so hard; he’ll wonder where October and November went.
When I say two, there’s never a third,
Standin against me is completely absurd.
When Cassius says a mouse can outrun a horse,
Don’t ask how; put your money where your mouse is!
I AM THE GREATEST!”