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The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas
The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas
The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas
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Lorenzo Thomas (1944-2005) was the youngest member of the Society of Umbra, predecessor of the Black Arts Movement. The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas is the first volume to encompass his entire writing life. His poetry synthesizes New York School and Black Arts aesthetics, heavily influenced by blues and jazz. In a career that spanned decades, Thomas constantly experimented with form and subject, while still writing poetry deeply rooted in the traditions of African American aesthetics. Whether drawing from his experiences during the war in Vietnam, exploring his life in the urban north and the southwest, or parodying his beloved Negritude ancestors, Thomas was a lyric innovator.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 3, 2019
ISBN9780819579003
The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas
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Lorenzo Thomas

Lorenzo Thomas (1944-2005), was a critic and poet, and published volumes of scholarship as well as numerous essays, including several histories of the Umbra group.

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    The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas - Lorenzo Thomas

    Early Crimes

    I

    The way Egyptians used to sit

    she sits

    listening to the radio

    Glass room trembles,

    the people panting to be

    average people

    nothing to do with her

    Sit erect in an ordinary

    chair

    The way she sat, her hands

    pressed together

    Monarch

    Sunlight come into the dark

    garden of the radio’s

    insatiability Chew up

    our peaceful moments

    Flowers,

    before the news

    The 2nd stage etc etc etc

    The age we live in doesn’t matter

    She is not at home

    She is somewhere pressed into

    stone

    Thinking foreign thoughts

    to our music

    Some mixup, huh

    II

    She is a new cut out

    Her white outline exposes the news

    broadcasts

    Her dissent is like that

    of the music

    She is an

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