Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note -- Leroi Jones (Amiri Baraka)

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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

Comments

[scratchmist.livejournal.com]

That was beautiful! And so sad. It hit in all the right places. Thank you so much for sharing.

[los-fantasmas.livejournal.com]

this has been a favorite for a long time. thanks.

[lifeisacabaret.livejournal.com]

Stunning! Thanks.