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Amiri Baraka

  • American poet
  • Born October 7, 1934
  • Died January 9, 2014

Amiri Baraka (born Everett LeRoi 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 State University of New York at Buffalo and the State University of New York at Stony Brook. He received the PEN/Beyond Margins Award, in 2008 for Tales of the Out and the Gone.Baraka's career spanned nearly 50 years, and his themes range from black liberation to white racism.


If the flag of an armed enemy of the U.S. is allowed to fly over government buildings, then it implies that slavery, or at least the threat of slavery, is sanctioned by that government and can still legally exist.




There is other disturbing facts surround the hideous 911 attacks, which my family and I could see from the third floor bathroom window of our homes!




A rich man told me recently that a liberal is a man who tells other people what to do with their money.




I guess I was the most unbohemian of all bohemians. My bohemianism consisted of not wanting to get involved with the stupid stuff that I thought people wanted you to get involved with - ... namely America... Dwight Eisenhower, McCarthyism and all those great things.




Thought is more important than art. To revere art and have no understanding of the process that forces it into existence, is finally not even to understand what art is.




To name something is to wait for it in the place you think it will pass.




You can't be an American without being related to other Americans.




This is said to us, even as this counterfeit president has legalized the Confederate Flag in Mississippi.




God has been replaced, as he has all over the West, with respectability and air conditioning.




A man is either free or he is not. There cannot be any apprenticeship for freedom.




The artist's role is to raise the consciousness of the people. To make them understand life, the world and themselves more completely. That's how I see it. Otherwise, I don't know why you do it.




Poetry is music, and nothing but music. Words with musical emphasis.



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