Baraka, Amiri 1982
School of the Art Institute of Chicago
The gaunt thing
with no organs
creeps along the streets
of Europe, she will
commute, in her feathered bat stomach-gown
with no organs
with sores on her insides…
– Amiri Baraka, “Babylon Revisted”
What I thought was love
in me, I find a thousand instances
as fear. (Of the tree’s shadow
winding around the chair, a distant music
of frozen birds rattling
in the cold.
– Amiri Baraka, “The Liar”
Watch Amiri Baraka read his work with Rob Brown on saxophone accompaniment: