One of the most talented of the Negro writers, Jean Toomer, went to Paris to become a follower and disciple of Gurdjieff\u2019s at Fontainebleau, where Katherine Mansfield died. He returned to Harlem, having achieved awareness, to impart his precepts to the literati. Wallace Thurman and Dorothy Peterson, Aaron Douglas, and Nella Larsen, not to speak of a number of lesser known Harlemites of the literary and social world, became ardent neophytes of the word brought from Fontainebleau by this handsome young olive-skinned bearer of Gurdjieff\u2019s message to upper Manhattan.<\/p>\r\n
But the trouble with such a life-pattern in Harlem was that practically everybody had to work all day to make a living, and the cult of Gurdjieff demanded not only study and application, but a large amount of inner observation and silent concentration as well. So while some of Mr. Toomer\u2019s best disciples were sitting long hours concentrating, unaware of time, unfortunately they lost their jobs, and could no longer pay the handsome young teacher for his instructions. Others had so little time to concentrate, if they wanted to live and eat, that their advance toward cosmic consciousness was slow and their hope of achieving awareness distant indeed. So Jean Toomer shortly left his Harlem group and went downtown to drop the seeds of Gurdjieff in less dark and poverty-stricken fields.<\/p>\r\n
They liked him downtown because he was better-looking than Krishnamurti, some said. He had an evolved soul, and that soul made him feel that nothing else mattered, not even writing. From downtown New York, Toomer carried Gurdjieff to Chicago\u2019s Gold Coast\u2014and the Negroes lost one of the most talented of all their writers\u2014the author of the beautiful book of prose and verse, Cane<\/span>.<\/p>\r\n The next thing Harlem heard of Jean Toomer was that he had married Margery Latimer, a talented white novelist, and maintained to the newspapers that he was no more colored than white\u2014as certainly his complexion indicated. When the late James Weldon Johnson wrote him for permission to use some of his poems in the Book of American Negro Poetry<\/span><\/em>, Mr. Johnson reported that the poet, who, a few years before, was \u201ccaroling softly souls of slavery\u201d now refused to permit his poems to appear in an anthology of Negro<\/span><\/em> verse\u2014which put all the critics, white and colored, in a great dilemma. How should they class the author of Cane<\/span><\/em> in their lists and summaries? With Dubose Heyward and Julia Peterkin? Or with Claude McKay and Countee Cullen? Nobody knew exactly, it being a case of black blood and white blood having met and the individual deciding, after Paris and Gurdjieff, to be merely American.<\/p>\r\n One can\u2019t blame him for that. Certainly nobody in Harlem could afford to pay for Gurdjieff. And very few there have evolved souls.<\/p>\r\n Now Mr. Toomer is married to a lady of means\u2014his second wife\u2014of New York and Santa Fe, and is never seen on Lenox Avenue any more. Harlem is sorry he stopped writing. He was a fine American writer. But when we get as democratic in America as we pretend we are on days when we wish to shame Hitler, nobody will bother much about anybody else\u2019s race anyway. Why should Mr. Toomer live in Harlem if he doesn\u2019t care to? Democracy is democracy, isn\u2019t it?<\/p>","rendered":" One of the most talented of the Negro writers, Jean Toomer, went to Paris to become a follower and disciple of Gurdjieff\u2019s at Fontainebleau, where Katherine Mansfield died. He returned to Harlem, having achieved awareness, to impart his precepts to the literati. Wallace Thurman and Dorothy Peterson, Aaron Douglas, and Nella Larsen, not to speak of a number of lesser known Harlemites of the literary and social world, became ardent neophytes of the word brought from Fontainebleau by this handsome young olive-skinned bearer of Gurdjieff\u2019s message to upper Manhattan.<\/p>\n But the trouble with such a life-pattern in Harlem was that practically everybody had to work all day to make a living, and the cult of Gurdjieff demanded not only study and application, but a large amount of inner observation and silent concentration as well. So while some of Mr. Toomer\u2019s best disciples were sitting long hours concentrating, unaware of time, unfortunately they lost their jobs, and could no longer pay the handsome young teacher for his instructions. Others had so little time to concentrate, if they wanted to live and eat, that their advance toward cosmic consciousness was slow and their hope of achieving awareness distant indeed. So Jean Toomer shortly left his Harlem group and went downtown to drop the seeds of Gurdjieff in less dark and poverty-stricken fields.<\/p>\n They liked him downtown because he was better-looking than Krishnamurti, some said. He had an evolved soul, and that soul made him feel that nothing else mattered, not even writing. From downtown New York, Toomer carried Gurdjieff to Chicago\u2019s Gold Coast\u2014and the Negroes lost one of the most talented of all their writers\u2014the author of the beautiful book of prose and verse, Cane<\/span>.<\/p>\n The next thing Harlem heard of Jean Toomer was that he had married Margery Latimer, a talented white novelist, and maintained to the newspapers that he was no more colored than white\u2014as certainly his complexion indicated. When the late James Weldon Johnson wrote him for permission to use some of his poems in the Book of American Negro Poetry<\/span><\/em>, Mr. Johnson reported that the poet, who, a few years before, was \u201ccaroling softly souls of slavery\u201d now refused to permit his poems to appear in an anthology of Negro<\/span><\/em> verse\u2014which put all the critics, white and colored, in a great dilemma. How should they class the author of Cane<\/span><\/em> in their lists and summaries? With Dubose Heyward and Julia Peterkin? Or with Claude McKay and Countee Cullen? Nobody knew exactly, it being a case of black blood and white blood having met and the individual deciding, after Paris and Gurdjieff, to be merely American.<\/p>\n One can\u2019t blame him for that. Certainly nobody in Harlem could afford to pay for Gurdjieff. And very few there have evolved souls.<\/p>\n Now Mr. Toomer is married to a lady of means\u2014his second wife\u2014of New York and Santa Fe, and is never seen on Lenox Avenue any more. Harlem is sorry he stopped writing. He was a fine American writer. But when we get as democratic in America as we pretend we are on days when we wish to shame Hitler, nobody will bother much about anybody else\u2019s race anyway. Why should Mr. Toomer live in Harlem if he doesn\u2019t care to? 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