poet: Aimee Cesaire....

One of my favorite poets is Aimee Cesaire. He was provincial middle class black Martinican and studied Western Classics in France. He wrote from 1946-82. He was friends with Leopold Senghor. Cesaire coined the term Negritude and helped to start a movement that was called the "Great Black Cry". His poems are known for their Carribean imagery and sense of in-between culture, or liminalism. Read...


this appeal-prohibited blood

always, less lively than beautiful, the air, save for this breath
exhaled for us by the true earth, a blue tongue and a faithful
precation of ancestors

i see, descending the mountain steps, in a denouement greatly
magnified by butterflies, the queens emerging from their
votive prisons in an endless lace

they are rightly astonished that the central fire consents to let
itself be confined for how much longer in the good conscience
of the termitarium castles that it built for itself here and there

as for the Sun, a frontier Sun
it is seeking the center post around which to rotate so that the
future may finally commence

these unseizable seasons this eyelash-denied sky and this
appeal-prohibited blood







hearth...

memory honoring the landscape
an abatement
the hearth nurtures most convincingly the equity of a crater
a recollection of very soft skin is not out of the question
in the palms of an autumn







epacts...

with a limp gesture the hill sprinkled dust over
the borders of bitter mangrove swamps.
Instantly the quicksanding: i could hear it clacking
its beak and settling more silently
into the scandal of its mandibles.
A complicity installed its slime in the renewed bite
of leeches and of roots.
It is too easy to speak ill of dragons: from time to time
one emerges from the muck,
shaking its wings sprinkling its surroundings and hardly
has it scattered boats and hookers than it retreats
to open sea in a dream of monsoons.
If unbeknownst to myself i walk choking on childhoods
let it be clear to all that calculating the epacts
i've always rejected the pact of this lagoonal calendar





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