Some people are necessary to your life. I remember the aurora that Baraka bathed my life with. I felt special. I felt like I was a poet and an artist and have never stopped feeling that way since he entered. "I am inside someone who hates me," he wrote, or (paraphrase) "like a yellow mist," the fog choked the town. His life shifts, his intellectual and creative energy have remained a reflection of my world and a way of staying above and making art out of hate and discord.
like a bridge over the river
he carried us through
the ocean’s deepest depth
the swiftness of the yellow fog to
sculpt the touch of human kindness
against the blood-red wall
dutchman
preface to a twenty volume suicide note
blues people
the black arts movement
amiri baraka reported dead today
brother no, brother no
like a bridge over the river
he carries us across
he carried us through
the ocean’s deepest depth
the swiftness of the yellow fog to
sculpt the touch of human kindness
against the blood-red wall
dutchman
preface to a twenty volume suicide note
blues people
the black arts movement
amiri baraka reported dead today
brother no, brother no
like a bridge over the river
he carries us across
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