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.
R.I.P. Amiri Baraka
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I saw the obits, but I didn't know that he once was LeRoi Jones until just now.
the poem has always stuck with me... but I didn't know the line about "all this buttoning and unbuttoning" wasn't a part of it.
“Love is an evil word,” Mr. Baraka, writing as LeRoi Jones, the name by which he was first known professionally, said in an early poem, “In Memory of Radio.” It continues:
Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean?
An evol word. & besides
who understands it?
Well, of course - that's because love is irrational behavior in disguise.
Amiri Baraka, Polarizing Poet and Playwright, Dies at 79
Sylvia, I will sing to you
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