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LeRoi Jones

 
 
Reply Sun 25 Mar, 2007 01:20 pm
Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus...

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter's room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there...
Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands




In Memory of Radio

Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?
(Only jack Kerouac, that I know of: & me.
The rest of you probably had on WCBS and Kate Smith,
Or something equally unattractive.)

What can I say?
It is better to haved loved and lost
Than to put linoleum in your living rooms?

Am I a sage or something?
Mandrake's hypnotic gesture of the week?
(Remember, I do not have the healing powers of Oral Roberts...
I cannot, like F. J. Sheen, tell you how to get saved & rich!
I cannot even order you to the gaschamber satori like Hitler or Goddy Knight)

& love is an evil word.
Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean?
An evol word. & besides
who understands it?
I certainly wouldn't like to go out on that kind of limb.

Saturday mornings we listened to the Red Lantern & his undersea folk.
At 11, Let's Pretend/&we did/& I, the poet, still do. Thank God!

What was it he used to say (after the transformation when he was safe
& invisible & the unbelievers couldn't throw stones?) "Heh, heh, heh.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows."

O, yes he does
O, yes he does
An evil word it is,
This Love.



Notes For a Speech

African blues
does not know me. Their steps, in sands
of their own
land. A country
in black & white, newspapers
blown down pavements
of the world. Does
not feel
what I am.

Strength

in the dream, an oblique
suckling of nerve, the wind
throws up sand, eyes
are something locked in
hate, of hate, of hate, to
walk abroad, they conduct
their deaths apart
from my own. Those
heads, I call
my "people."

(And who are they. People. To concern

myslef, ugly man. Who
you, to concern
the white flat stomachs
of maidens, inside houses
dying. Black. Peeled moon
light on my fingers
move under
her clothes. Where
is her husband. Black
words throw up sand
to eyes, fingers of
their private dead. Whose
soul, eyes, in sand. My color
is not theirs. Lighter, white man
talk. They shy away. My own
dead souls, my, so called
people. Africa
is a foreign place. You are
as any other sad man here
american
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Reply Sun 25 Mar, 2007 03:07 pm
Until the mid-1960s, he published as LeRoi Jones; in 1965, following the assassination of Malcolm X, he changed his name to Amiri Baraka and moved to Harlem .

Throughout his career, Amiri Baraka has explored a variety of themes though his work, both personal and political in character, including race relations, Beat aesthetics, Black Nationalism, Marxism, and contemporary political events.

Baraka has founded or co-founded a number of organizations, including Yugen magazine, Totem Press, the Black Arts Repertory Theatre, and the Congress of African People. He has served as director of the Congress of African People, secretary-general of the National Black Political Assembly, and has served as New Jersey's Poet Laureate.

He has taught at such universities as Yale and George Washington, and in 1982 became a tenured professor in the African Studies Department at SUNY Stony Brook.


Recent years
In early-2007, a revival of his play Dutchman, with Dule Hill and Jennifer Mudge, was produced at the Cherry Lane Theatre, where the play had debuted on March 24, 1964 starring Robert Hooks. His poem, Somebody Blew up America was set to music in the multi-award winning film 500 Years Later in 2005.


Personal life
He was married to Hettie Jones (born Hettie Cohen) from 1958 to 1966. He has been married to Sylvia Robinson (now known as Amina Baraka) since 1967.


Controversy
In 1965, Baraka wrote: "Most American white men are trained to be fags. For this reason it is no wonder their faces are weak and blank. … The average ofay [white person] thinks of the black man as potentially raping every white lady in sight. Which is true, in the sense that the black man should want to rob the white man of everything he has. But for most whites the guilt of the robbery is the guilt of rape. That is, they know in their deepest hearts that they should be robbed, and the white woman understands that only in the rape sequence is she likely to get cleanly, viciously popped."

Amiri Baraka was New Jersey's Poet Laureate at the time of the September 11, 2001 attacks. He wrote a poem titled "Somebody Blew Up America" about the event. The poem was controversial and highly critical of the American government. The poem also contains lines implicating the Israel's involvement in an alleged 9/11 conspiracy: "Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed, Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers" "Who know why Five Israelis was filming the explosion, And cracking they sides at the notion"

After publishing this poem Governor Jim McGreevey tried to remove Baraka from the post, only to discover that there was no legal way to do so. So he then abolished the NJ Poet Laureate title, Baraka no longer holds the position as Poet Laureate in New Jersey.

In spite of his sometime-controversial writing, Baraka has received honors from a number of organizations, including the Guggenheim Foundation, National Endowment for the Arts, the PEN/Faulkner Award, the Langston Hughes Award from The City College of New York, The Rockefeller Foundation Award for Drama, an induction into the American Academy of Arts and Letters, and a lifetime achievement award from the Before Columbus Foundation.

The controversy surrounding Baraka gained the attention of debate coordinator, Brian Boothe, a Purdue University graduate. Boothe, in an effort to provide a platform for Baraka's views, and to have them debated, was successful in getting Baraka on "The Sean Hannity Show", in which fireworks lit when Hannity and his guest collided. During the debate, Baraka refused to condemn any controversial race based statements he had made in the past, subsequently making Hannity conclude him as a racist, to which Baraka disagreed.
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