Who is Amiri Baraka

Amiri Baraka (born Everett Leroy Jones; October 7, 1934 – January 9, 2014), previously known as LeRoi Jones and Imamu Amear Baraka, was an American writer of poetry, drama, fiction, essays and music criticism. He was the author of numerous books of poetry and taught at several universities, including the University at Buffalo and Stony Brook University. He received the PEN/Beyond Margins Award in 2008 for Tales of the Out and the Gone. Baraka's plays, poetry, and essays have been described by scholars as constituting defining texts for African-American culture.Baraka's career spanned nearly 52 years, and his themes range from black liberation to white racism. His notable poems include "The Music: Reflection on Jazz and Blues", "The Book of Monk", and "New Music, New Poetry", works that d...
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  • An Agony. As Now.
    I am inside someone
    who hates me. I look
    out from his eyes. Smell
    what fouled tunes come in...
  • Legacy
    In the south, sleeping against
    the drugstore, growling under
    the trucks and stoves, stumbling
    through and over the cluttered eyes ...
  • Incident
    He came back and shot. He shot him. When he came
    back, he shot, and he fell, stumbling, past the
    shadow wood, down, shot, dying, dead, to full halt.
  • Notes For A Speech
    African blues
    does not know me. Their steps, in sands
    of their own
    land. A country...
  • A Poem For Speculative Hipsters
    He had got, finally,
    to the forest
    of motives. There were no
    owls, or hunters. No Connie Chatterleys...
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