This blog was started with questionable intentions that remain unanswerable when questioned.
Now answer my question - How did God steal a nap in your gunny bag?
That was my intention.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A poem for speculative hipsters - Amiri Baraka
He had got, finally,to the forest of motives. There were no owls, or hunters. No Connie Chatterleys resting beautifully on their backs, having casually brought socialism to England. Only ideas, and their opposites. Like, he was really nowhere.
Jones/Baraka seems to ask us in his "Poem for Speculative Hipsters," if we insist upon the dangers of assuming any of the racial/class identities America offers its citizens, all of which, one might plausibly argue, are meant to divide and control us? Or, as Baraka himself decided in the years following the publication of "Hymn for Lanie Poo," when increasingly he dedicated his poetry and prose to affirmations of blackness and an international working class, must oppressed populations strive to convert the very material and discursive valences of their oppression into active, collective identities? Baraka's answers to such questions are never as simple as they seem. ----------------- oliviaharis word of mouth marketing
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Jones/Baraka seems to ask us in his "Poem for Speculative Hipsters," if we insist upon the dangers of assuming any of the racial/class identities America offers its citizens, all of which, one might plausibly argue, are meant to divide and control us? Or, as Baraka himself decided in the years following the publication of "Hymn for Lanie Poo," when increasingly he dedicated his poetry and prose to affirmations of blackness and an international working class, must oppressed populations strive to convert the very material and discursive valences of their oppression into active, collective identities? Baraka's answers to such questions are never as simple as they seem.
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oliviaharis
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