Beware do not read this poem
The Collected Poems by Audre LordeCollected here for the first time are more than three hundred poems from one of this countrys major and most influential poets, representing the complete oeuvre of Audre Lordes poetry. Lorde published nine volumes of poetry which, in her words, detail a linguistic and emotional tour through the conflicts, fears, and hopes of the world I have inhabited. Included here are Lordes early, previously unavailable works: The First Cities, The New York Head Shop and Museum, Cables to Rage, and From a Land Where Other People Live.
Beware: do not read this poem
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Post a Comment. Thursday, November 20, "beware : do not read this poem" by Ishmael Reed. Ishamel Reed is an American poet, essayist, songwriter and much more who is renown for his satirical works on the topics of American political culture and cultural oppression. He was born in February of and is 76 years old. The mirror, as described in the poem sucks you in once you start reading and never lets you go.
Ishmael Reed Reed was a key figure in the Black Arts Movement; as a poet, he rejected established forms and introduced a new black poetry. The poem is a cautionary tale whose title is a warning. In the next section, the scene changes to the most present of moments, the time during which the reader is reading the poem. The concept presented here is that a poem is an entity able to engulf and devour the reader—another kind of disappearance.
There is a kind of poem that especially interests me. Roy Harvey Pearce, in his foreword to The Continuity of American Poetry Princeton, says: "The American poet has always felt obliged, for well and for ill, to catch himself in the act of being a poet. I was much taken, at the time, with Mark Strand's poem of the same name, "Eating Poetry" from Reasons for Moving, Atheneum, and I teased out of it a controlling metaphor for reading poetry. The poem nourishes and sustains the reader. He needs it, as his body needs food. The reader's angle of vision, his slant of light, matters greatly. Come at differently, the eating poetry metaphor has another dimension, in which the reader and the poem exchange places.