โPreface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Noteโ (1961) is the titular poem of Amiri Barakaโs first collection of poems. This piece introduces a depressed narrator engrossed with the thoughts of dying.
Lately, I've become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
A fusion of art and activism, โBlack Artโ is a desperate call in passionate attire for an unwavering zeal for the empowerment of the black community.
Poems are bullshit unless they are
Teeth or trees or lemons piled
On a step. Or black ladies dying
Of men leaving nickel hearts
Amiri Barakaโs โSOSโ is a passionate call for unity, urging Black people to come together for urgent change. Much like todayโs social movements, the poem stresses collective action to address systemic injustice.
Calling all black people
Calling all black people, man woman
child
Wherever you are, calling you,
‘An Agony. As Now.’ is an ambiguous poem portraying a speaker who shares a mutual hatred for his body. The soul elaborates on the reason for his hatred; he is totally disconnected from his flesh who is rather incapable of feeling but pretends to feel anyhow.
I am inside someone
who hates me. I look
out from his eyes. Smell
‘History as Process’ is one of the celebratory poems of Black History Month. It evaluates the history of the African-Americans and how it is important for the poet, Amiri Baraka.
The evaluation of the mysteries by the sons of all experience. All suffering, if we call the light a thing all men should know. Or find. Wherever, in the dark folds