I m convinced Baraka should be read by collection I d read individual poems before because damn these poems move, and breathe, and pulse I hit Crow Jane and Baraka is making me work for it, I mean really work for it Trying to keep up with him is really the least I can do, so I tryI emerged from these poems challenged, half ruined, awake, moved, angry, and guilty And I m so much better for having this experience.
I should also add that after I finished these poems, I got to sit down with Prof Nate Mackey and talk through them a holy shit what is my life right now moment that I will never forget.
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the lord saved me the lord made me strong My copy says Le Roi Jones The poet, the prosaic lecturer I reluctantly give such a middling rating, and only do so because I cannot be sure what I ve gained from The Dead Lecturer Much of his poetry burns with a raw and visceral sensuosity it lays bare fine emotions it rouses one to anger where polemic, and is subtle and complex where it engages with the ethics of the self But at many times I struggled to find something intelligible from his poems.
Leroi Jones clearly favoured an aesthetic that is elusive and incoherent and it is from this that my difficulties with the book stem.
I will try and read later works by him to see if he ever settles enough for me to really enjoy his whole poems For the moment, this feels much like a curate s egg.
5 stars Very interesting read.
When I was in Middle School I glanced through a poetry anthology on my parent s bookshelves and kept coming back to a poem, The Death of Nick Charles, by LeRoi Jones Sometimes you find a poem at the right time because at that age I felt like it expressed things I was feeling The anthology was published 1965, prior to LeRoi Jones changing his name to Amiri Baraka and becoming controversial.
When it comes to The Dead Lecturer, I enjoy the parts where he s celebrating language than the parts he s expressing political rage Still, I enjoyed many of the poems and I m glad I read it.
For Edward Dorn In blackest day, In blackest nightNo evil shall escape my sight Let those who worship evil s mightBeware my powerGreen Lantern s Light Practicessilence, the way of windburstingits early lull Cold morningto night, we go soslowly, withoutthoughtto ourselves Enoughto have thoughttonight, nothingfinishes it Whatyou are, will haveno certainty, orend That you willstay, where you are,a human gentle wispof life Ah practiceslonelinessas a virtue A singlespecious needto keepwhat you havenever reallyhad As a possible lover, pg 9 Against what light is false what breathsucked, for deadness Murder, the cleansed purpose, frail, againstGod, if they bring him bleeding, I would not forgive, or even call himblack dada nihilism The protestant love, wide windows,colour blocked to Mondrian, and theugly silent deaths of jews underthe surgeon s knife To awake on69th street with money and a hipnose Black dada nihilism, forthe umbrella d jesus Trilby intriguemovie house presidents sticky the floor.
, for the secret men, Hermes, theblacker art Thievery ahh, they returnthose secret gold killers Inquisitorsof the cocktail hour Trismegistus, havethem, in their transmutation, from stoneto bleeding pearl, from lead to burninglooting, dead Moctezuma, find the Westa grey hideous space Black Dada Nihilism, 1, pg 61 62 Luxury, then, is a way ofbeing ignorant, comfortablyAn approach to the open marketof least information Where theoriescan thrive, under heavy tarpaulinswithout being cracked by ideas I have not seen the earth for yearsand think now possibly dirt isnegative, positive, but clearlysocial I cannot planet a seed, cannotrecognize the root with clearer dentthan indifference Though I eatand shit as a natural man Getting upfrom the desk to secure a turkey sandwichand answer the phone the poem undoneundone by my station, by my station,and the bad words of Newark Raised upto the breech, we seek to fill for thiscrumbling century The darkness of love,in whose sweating memory all error is forced.
Undone by the logic of any specific death Old gentlemenwho still follow fires, tho are quieterand less punctual It is a polite truthwe are left with Who are you What are yousaying Something to be dealt with, as easily.
The noxious game of reason, saying, No, No,you cannot feel, like my dead lecturerlamenting thru gipsies his fast suicide Political Poem, for Basil, pg 74
But The Dead Lecturer is still an amazing performance The poems are dense and virtuosic, full of surprises and enigmas I don t pretend to understand everything Jones Baraka is getting at, but as my friend Paul said, he is young and in love with language There are disturbing moments and confusing passages, but there is much to wonder at here And, hey I Substitute For The Dead Lecturer is one of the great poem titles of all time.
And now I m going back to his first book to read Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note and Look For You Yesterday, Here You Come Today.