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This is entitled
"Baraka Inscape,"

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and it is based around a phrase
of the great poet Amiri Baraka.

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And in part, this--
a lot of this work

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came out of my interest
in assemblage art,

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and the title Why the
Assembly Disbanded comes

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from an essay I wrote for
the excellent exhibition that

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was curated by Kellie Jones
called, "Now Dig This!

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Black Art Los
Angeles, 1962-1980."

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And so some of the
work here is based

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on an assemblage
technique as well.

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"Baraka Inscape."

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"Not so from my republic
nothing left of rule.

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Nothing left of rule over the
salvaged self by way of weapon

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to sing in sovereign song.

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No more composed in
courage than most.

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No more than most,
myself save nothing

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as benefiting the field with
as many futile stockpiles

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of opinion so moved to
moving with derision

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or memory's abortive little
heap after what I did to injury.

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Rooms still cold
with a stroke of it.

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Still wreckage, a
resource like flesh

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imputing fingers or lips I
made stiller, unavailing even

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to eager asymmetries
of white where

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I am when I refute in the
little kill zone altered

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of melodic lines.

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White in August heap's
disintegrated glass,

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volcanic at the skeleton
edge of that pernicious

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unfiltered little self.

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Emphatic for Baraka's
Dusk, for Duncan's Throat,

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for an advent in
mind for the kinfolk,

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meant by all in
the derogatory mob

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in landlocked
Earth in antipodes.

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In eyes-wide
noncombatant number.

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In clay and kiln.

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In day and bone.

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In name an eruption of a
counter form in the closed field

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of white definition."

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