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.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

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