This would appear to be Sesshu Foster’s very intermittent wordpress blog:
This is weird and interesting. I pulled it from his wiki page:
A profile on Al Jazeera America:
A prose-poem from
City Terrace Field Manual:
World Ball Notebook, which won the American Book Award, emerged in part from taking his kids to soccer. Here he reads some excerpts:
Listen to/ read Baraka’s “Dope” in light of Ngugi’s “Devil on the Cross”:
A New Reality is Better Than a New Movie by Amiri Baraka:
America you don’t really want to go to war.
America its them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red
Reader’s Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
A Poem for Speculative Hipsters
He had got, finally,
to the forest
of motives. There were no
owls, or hunters. No Connie Chatterleys
on their backs, having casually
and their opposites