Kin by Maya Angelou : The Poetry Foundation
"I will remember silent walks in
Southern woods and long talks
In low voices
Shielding meaning from the big ears
Of overcurious adults."
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Saturday, January 4, 2014
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Claude McKay: If We Must Die (1919)
- McKay reading "If We Must Die" himself: media.sas.upenn.edu/afilreis/McKay-Claude_If-We-Must-Die.mp3
- poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15250
- english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/mckay/mustdie.htm
- public.wsu.edu/~brians/world_civ/worldcivreader/world_civ_reader_2/mckay.html
- Video discussion of "If We Must Die ": class.coursera.org/modernpoetry-002/lecture/32
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Poem: A noise of waiting for so long...
Mesmerizing mistakes
In bondage is my soul!
I ventured into Schweinefleisch!
Then Rindfleisch!
The shrieks, and battered cries
Came throbbing-knocking in my Herz!
Why? From where? Who does it? And
Why?
Wait, the noise-of-wait, captures
the drill
Of the military robes and the thrushes long for
the silent breeding they once 'could've!'
'No...the wait...grows, bigger, louder and this
noise is thud shut
into noises, more and more and louder and clear and unending'
The brain shrieks a cry of dark-dugeony-anger.
Colouring the purchased noises of the past
Wanting to buy more but no! Past is past.
No more bidding! Bitte!
Present shudders and walks past future
And I become the Super-dumb, the cult-of-disaster!
Silence breeds like agony aunt forever and forever.
The noise of waiting in me, grows like a bamboo
Ready to be cut and ready to rise up like the or a Tower again
T-T-T-Tomorrow, unceasing smooth-agony, devouring the left
overs in me will rise up again?
Left overs of survival like a duck-pose.
Silence
upon
silence
upon
silence,
what is this life if silence is to live?
Monday, November 5, 2012
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