أسياد الظلام - Amiri Baraka

Quote: FOOTNOTE TO A PRETENTIOUS BOOK ----------------------------------------------------- Who am I to love so deeply? As against a heavy darkness, pressed against my eyes. Wetting my face, a constant trembling rain. A long life, to you. My friend. I tell that to myself, slowly, sucking my lip. A silence of motives / empties the day of meaning. What is intimate enough? What is beautiful? It is slow unto meaning for any life. If I am an animal, there is proof of my living. The fawns and calves of my age. But it is steel that falls as a thin mist into my consciousness. As a fine ugly spray, I have made some futile ethic with. ”Changed my life?” As the dead man pacing at the edge of the sea. As the lips, closed for so long, at the sight of motionless birds. There is no one to entrust with meaning. (These sails go by, these small deadly animals.) And meaning? These words? Were there some blue expanse of world. Some other flesh, resting at the roof of the world . . . you could say of me, that I was truly simpleminded. —Amiri Baraka (from The Dead Lecturer)