My own Poem

- It seems as if you only come
when the end is near.
when i need you the most you take my
concern as a joke.
Buts its okay because i learned
something NEW !
    How to PRAY !

Bibliography

www.amiribaraka.com/
www.amiribaraka.com/gallery.html
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amiri_Baraka
www.poets.org/abara/
www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/amiri-baraka
www.xtimeline.com/timeline/Imamu-Baraka-Timeline
www.essaytrader.net/Essays-View-36066-Amiri%20Baraka%20Timel.
www.ask.com/questions-about/Timeline-of-Amiri-Baraka 

Conclusion !!!!!

- I really did enjoy doing this project ! although there was a lot of procrastinating because i really didn't want to do it, once i started it i honestly did not want to stop. I'm started off doing this project on Nikki Giovanni but in the middle of the project i began to loose interest so i decided to pick one of the names on the list i have NEVER heard of and i did and got wonderful outcome ! i guess its true you learn something new everyday !

TIMELINE !

October 7, 1934 He was born LeRoi Jones 1951-1952 attended Rutgers university & Howard university 1952 changed his name to Amiri Baraka 1957-1962 married Hettie Cohen & 1st got recognized for his poems 1963-1965 this period Baraka`s race became a big issue 1965 after malcom X death Baraka divorced his wife & moved 1967 changed his name again to a muslium name "Imamu" 1974- Baraka began writing endless poems, shocked the world

Baraka addressing the Malcolm X Festival from the Black Dot Stage in San Antonio Park, Oakland, California while performing with Marcel Diallo and his Electric Church Band

my Amiri Baraka Collage !!!!!

Analysis to poem 4

- the tone in this poem was fast and curious. i found one line that caught my eye and uses figurative language it stated " but he died in darkness darker than his soul. " Out of all the poems i read by Amiri Baraka this poem was the only one i had to read multiple times, i read this poem 6 times ! overall i kind of liked the phsycological thriller like theme to it, but then again i didnt like the curiosity and confusement it gave me.

" Incident by: Amari Baraka

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.

At the bottom, bleeding, shot dead. He died then, there   

after the fall, the speeding bullet, tore his face   

and blood sprayed fine over the killer and the grey light.

Pictures of the dead man, are everywhere. And his spirit   

sucks up the light. But he died in darkness darker than   

his soul and everything tumbled blindly with him dying

down the stairs.   

We have no word

on the killer, except he came back, from somewhere   

to do what he did. And shot only once into his victim's

stare, and left him quickly when the blood ran out. We know

the killer was skillful, quick, and silent, and that the victim   

probably knew him. Other than that, aside from the caked sourness   

of the dead man's expression, and the cool surprise in the fixture

of his hands and fingers, we know nothing.

Analysis to poem 3

the tone in this poem was hope & encouragement. the author was stating that even though they lock up our fellow African Americans we can not lose hope although they lock up our bodies they cannot lock up our souls. being African American is wonderful and there is so much more to us & this world for us to be giving up on. There was not really any figurative language specifically in this piece. overall this was my favorite poem of them all, i really enjoyed reading this poem because its the truth and maybe if more African American men specifically felt this way things & people wouldn't be as bad as it seems.

Ka`Ba by: Amiri Baraka

A closed window looks down
on a dirty courtyard, and Black people
call across or scream across or walk across
defying physics in the stream of their will.

Our world is full of sound
Our world is more lovely than anyone's
tho we suffer, and kill each other
and sometimes fail to walk the air.

We are beautiful people
With African imaginations
full of masks and dances and swelling chants
with African eyes, and noses, and arms
tho we sprawl in gray chains in a place
full of winters, when what we want is sun.

We have been captured,
and we labor to make our getaway, into
the ancient image; into a new

Correspondence with ourselves
and our Black family. We need magic
now we need the spells, to raise up
return, destroy,and create. What will be

the sacred word?

Analysis to poem 2

- the tone i felt in this poem was disappointment & confusion. There wasn't really any figurative language in this poem, but this line caught my eye " but if i call 911 the devil will be here in a minute. " the author is basically saying that once you call 911 for help it seems as if the devil comes rite away to make matters worse. To me the theme was a man confused on whats suppose to happen and whats actually happening. overall i enjoyed this poem because it actually did make me think, although it wouldn't seem like it because its only 9 lines but it honestly did.  

" monday in B- flat " by Amiri Baraka

I can pray
    all day
    & God
    wont come.

But if I call 
            911
        The Devil
            Be here         in a minute!

Analysis to poem 1

- after reading this poem i immediately grasped that the tone was depressing, i also noticed that there was a lot of figurative language used through out the poem such as " the broad edge silly music the wind makes when i run for the bus." The theme is a depressed person/father who is tired of the simplicities of life and is noticing that life is worth living.

" prefade to a twenty volume suicide note" by: Amiri Baraka

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

Biography.

Amiri Baraka is an African American who was born LeRoi Jones in 1934 in Newark, New Jersey. He is known as being a writer of poetry, drama, fiction, essays And music criticism  He attended Rutgers University and Howard University, spent three years in the U.S. Air Force, and returned to New York City to attend Columbia University and the New School for Social Research. He tought at multiple colleges in the language arts department.

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