S O S
Poems 1961–2013
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Publisher Description
“S O S provides readers with rich, vital views of the African American experience and of Baraka’s own evolution as a poet-activist” (The Washington Post).
Fusing the personal and the political in high-voltage verse, Amiri Baraka whose long illumination of the black experience in America was called incandescent in some quarters and incendiary in others was one of the preeminent literary innovators of the past century (The New York Times). Selected by Paul Vangelisti, this volume comprises the fullest spectrum of Baraka’s rousing, revolutionary poems, from his first collection to previously unpublished pieces composed during his final years.
Throughout Baraka’s career as a prolific writer (also published as LeRoi Jones), he was vehemently outspoken against oppression of African American citizens, and he radically altered the discourse surrounding racial inequality. The environments and social values that inspired his poetics changed during the course of his life, a trajectory that can be traced in this retrospective spanning more than five decades of profoundly evolving subjects and techniques. Praised for its lyricism and introspection, his early poetry emerged from the Beat generation, while his later writing is marked by intensely rebellious fervor and subversive ideology. All along, his primary focus was on how to live and love in the present moment despite the enduring difficulties of human history.
A New York Times Editors’ Choice
“A big handsome book of Amiri Baraka’s poetry [that gives] us word magic, wit, wild thoughts, discomfort, and pleasure.” —William J. Harris, Boston Review
“The most complete representation of over a half-century of revolutionary and breathtaking work.” —Claudia Rankine, The New York Times Book Review
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Amiri Baraka was old for quite a long time. Amiri Baraka was young for quite a long time. Each of these statements is true, or, as is evident in this career-spanning volume, each is as contradictory as the late poet--a perennial wise man and wiseass--himself. The collection, if one skims it, yields Baraka's oft-noted inflections and influences: the reeling spontaneity of the Beats, the avant-garde scaffolding of the Black Mountain School, and, especially, the swaggering cadences of African-American vernacular. (I'd include the influence of Black Arts poetics had he not been the movement's chief chef and cultivator.) A closer examination reveals that Baraka was also very consistent over the collection's 52-year span not just in his attention to black musical, cultural, and political lore but in his philosophical leanings. Religion is a recurring antagonism, and titles across the book highlight his heckling appraisals of dogma, doctrine, duplicity, and group thinkery: "Black Dada Nihilismus," "Heathens," "Why Is It Quiet in Some Churches." "We'll worship Jesus," he writes "when jesus get down/ when jesus get out his yellow Lincoln/ w/the built in cross stain glass/ window & box w/black peoples/ enemies." As that excerpt suggests, the book is also relentlessly irreverent. Baraka often seems akin to a voodoo doctor smiling as he needles American social order. No one is safe from his provocations, puns, and put-downs: not "Tom Ass Clarence" nor "Rush Limp Balls"; not whites, not blacks, not rich, not poor, and certainly not stupid. In "A Poem for Deep Thinkers," Baraka chastises writers petrified by craft: "the statue graveyard where Ralph/ Ellison sits biting his banjo/ strings retightening his instrument for the millionth time before/ playing the star spangled banjo." The poems live by every trickster-comedian's credo: "Say whatever you want so long as it's funny." Still, it is painful to acknowledge instances where the mockery is, as Baraka later apologetically admitted, "wrongheaded." We could add bilious, reckless, embarrassing. The aspersions are indefensible, but no serious reader would characterize Baraka's oeuvre as fundamentally malevolent. The early work reveals a poet exploring the psychology of being African-American, as well as of being a being being. "An Agony. As Now" begins, "I am inside someone/ who hates me. I look/ out from his eyes," and ends, "It is a human love, I live inside... It burns the thing/ inside it. And that thing/ screams." The contemplative musing of poems like "An Agony. As Now" and the wonderful "Footnote to a Pretentious Book" gives way to the public, polemical speech of cultural and political activism. The collection becomes, for better or/and worse, a signal of blunt urgency. Whether one views it as the work of a bully or prophet, Cassius or Cassandra, this is undeniably the work of the kind of poet we will not see again; Amiri Baraka was one of the last of the 20th century's literary lions. This momentous collection exhibits his abiding resistance to almost everything, but subversiveness. Terrance Hayes's newest collection, How to Be Drawn, is due out from Penguin in April.
