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Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note
By Amiri Baraka
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.
And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter's room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there...
Only she on her knees, peeking into
Her own clasped hands
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Yes, lots of strong bright images in this work.
A very fine write.
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devastatingly beautiful! I got to get a volume of Baraka on my shelf. Thanks for posting this. I found the images so evocative of absolute depression, through sleep deprivation one notices the weird things and even hears things. I remember that time in my life. I like it that the daugther is praying. This brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for posting it.
Lucy