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Starting with a Preface to a twenty volume suicide note, and including many out-of-print and limited edition chapbooks and broadsides, Transbluesency: the selected poems of Amiri Baraka concisely illuminates Baraka's almost single-handed renovation of both the nature and form of post-WWII African American literature, and his profound influence on a generation of poets of all ethnic backgrounds. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)811.54Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1945-1999Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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I'm not going to quote it, since it would be to easy to pick off phrases which strike you as being a bit off, just like it's easy to break a small twig off the limb of a tree. In fact, it would be a little too easy somehow. So I will try to confine myself to broader themes.
Among my complaints I do not include the fact that it is very modern, non-rhyming poetry, since I find much (though not all) of the older stuff to be excessively grand and stuffy. However, there is a issue for me, not in the form itself but in how he uses it-- his stance or attitude. One image follows another, and then there is another and another in quick succession, and he seems not to care if he has left you behind, or even put you off a little bit with one of his brusque flourishes. He doesn't see to it that you can keep up with him, and there is the question as to whether or not this modern poet thinks that he is above pleasing his audience. (If so, then why write? would be the obvious question.)
This leads into a second issue of whether, beyond black or white, he is the sort of man we could call good. He is certainly filled with purpose, but the *manner* in which he pursues it creates an obstacle, I think, in whether or not we will admire it. He can be quite insinuating, and careless of whom he offends. Almost anyone with cooler emotions than his own will at some point find it difficult to follow him into the forest into which he leads.
And finally, I find him to be a very unromantic, even anti-romantic, man. The importance of this cannot really be spelled out to those not already in agreement, for it is an intuitive sort of value, but I put alot of stock by it....
It could be worse, but it is mediocre, and it's the worst thing that I've read in awhile. (Except for the Bible.)
(7/10) ( )