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HARMONY HOLIDAY ON BALDWIN

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“[Being] an attentive and heroic witness can mean that you yourself, as that witness, are never entirely seen. And a father is a kind of god in the human psyche, one who sees you and whose vision you must both realize and overcome, overthrow, ruin.

“Maybe James Baldwin was the only star-witness America could trust on any given day because at an early age he had to perform the ritual (or rite of passage) of becoming his own father, seeing himself, which allowed him to see others so clearly.

“But when it came time for the next ritual in the sequence, overcoming that self-imposed vision, betrayal of any limiting concept of the self—maybe it was because the vision was his own, because he was his own master, that suicide so seduced him, as his own father, his own master, he was in his own way.”

Harmony Holiday, “Preface to James Baldwin’s Unwritten Suicide Note,” Poetry Foundation, August 9, 2018:

poetryfoundation.org/preface-to-james-baldwins-unwritten-suicide-note

loa.org/james-baldwin

Above image credit: Library of America.

Below: James Baldwin in France, 1970.

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James-Baldwin

SCIENCE FICTION BY ARIANA REINES


Just now I touched my chest
And felt my heart quivering there.
This must be one of the bad times.
 
I think it is quivering with remorse
And exhaustion. Once I saw a heart
Beating in a documentary. I was a very
 
Little girl and the sight disgusted me.
Throbbing and not stopping my heart betrays
Me and yet remains sure and true, a thing
 
Of nature. Earth bleeding
Its guts out on the sea floor exhausts
Me with remorse and shame, and yet I have to trust it
 
As wealth is proven by how terribly it devastates
Itself, and I am but one symptom among billions of the wealth
Of Earth. A tired feeling that is recuperated by a passing spaceship
 
Or an infinitude like fame but more universal. I will have to miss you
Earth; I miss you already. And yet when I touch myself whom I should
Not trust it is still only the heaviest and most jealous feelings that bind me to you, like blood.
 

 

 

Ariana Reines, “Science Fiction” from Mercury, published by Fence Books. Copyright © 2011 by Ariana Reines.

Source: The Poetry Foundation.

Illustration : UntitledLeatitia Benat, 2005, pencil on paper.