This is entitled "Baraka Inscape,"
and it is based around a phrase of the great poet Amiri Baraka.
And in part, this-- a lot of this work
came out of my interest in assemblage art,
and the title Why the Assembly Disbanded comes
from an essay I wrote for the excellent exhibition that
was curated by Kellie Jones called, "Now Dig This!
Black Art Los Angeles, 1962-1980."
And so some of the work here is based
on an assemblage technique as well.
"Baraka Inscape."
"Not so from my republic nothing left of rule.
Nothing left of rule over the salvaged self by way of weapon
to sing in sovereign song.
No more composed in courage than most.
No more than most, myself save nothing
as benefiting the field with as many futile stockpiles
of opinion so moved to moving with derision
or memory's abortive little heap after what I did to injury.
Rooms still cold with a stroke of it.
Still wreckage, a resource like flesh
imputing fingers or lips I made stiller, unavailing even
to eager asymmetries of white where
I am when I refute in the little kill zone altered
of melodic lines.
White in August heap's disintegrated glass,
volcanic at the skeleton edge of that pernicious
unfiltered little self.
Emphatic for Baraka's Dusk, for Duncan's Throat,
for an advent in mind for the kinfolk,
meant by all in the derogatory mob
in landlocked Earth in antipodes.
In eyes-wide noncombatant number.
In clay and kiln.
In day and bone.
In name an eruption of a counter form in the closed field
of white definition."