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Transbluesency: The Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones (1961-1995) Paperback – 1 Oct 1995
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and must surely be of the most debilitant of débutus,
or following closely the not-knowing, in prayer,
to have just now in 2012-ish, as the heralds from Baraka,
have, with such gifts come back, heard them finally crush brush,
twig-click. Then, soft at the door and welcome!
A master worker in our gradatim!
I know these, my enthusiasms, may be a show too late,
or the extension of too point an inclusive
for a less widish few, who are there to critique through.
But I’ll only this grateful praise and safety
in the days’ Sandy storms beg you.
And could bore further, saying, “One could come to
that spring, virgin in its sat-there-as-that, new,
all the back years as child one tromped green elsewhere,
or like silt was coming to, and be reserved in appreciation.”
But now viewed, quench thirst!
As ministered to, as relieve of want
on the strictly splendid knows of the writer Amiri Baraka
we have accrued by buys, such accomplishment,
that here too, like other compiles I may have commented on
by greats - This is a Great and Beautiful work!
And if on the slope-fields of Parnasse, overlook our Delphi,
writers have ‘Starters’ that place them in the race, as they see it;
if they’re lucky in hard work: he, name him with this his
TRANSBLUESENCY: Selected Poems 1961-1995 and others, one for me!
In its entirety, from the volume, his –
A Poem for Speculative Hipsters
He had got, finally,
to the forest
of motives. There were no
owls, or hunters. No Connie Chatterleys
on their backs, having casually
And their opposites.
he was really