Amiri Baraka: Black Dada Nihilismus

. Against what light

is false what breath sucked, for deadness.                          Murder, the cleansed

purpose, frail, against God, if they bring him                         bleeding, I would not

forgive, or even call him black dada nihilismus.

The protestant love, wide windows, color blocked to Mondrian, and the ugly silent deaths of jews under

the surgeon’s knife. (To awake on 69th street with money and a hip nose. Black dada nihilismus, for

the umbrella’d jesus. Trillby intrigue movie house presidents sticky on the floor. B.D.N., for the secret men, Hermes, the

blacker art. Thievery (ahh, they return those secret gold killers. Inquisitors of the cocktail hour. Trismegistus, have

them, in their transmutation, from stone to bleeding pearl, from lead to burning looting, dead Moctezuma, find the West

a grey hideous space.

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From Sartre, a white man, it gave the last breath. And we beg him die, before he is killed. Plastique, we

do not have, only thin heroic blades. The razor. Our flail against them, why you carry knives? Or brutaled lumps of

heart? Why you stay, where they can reach? Why you sit, or stand, or walk in this place, a window on a dark

warehouse. Where the minds packed in straw. New homes, these towers, for those lacking money or art. A cult of death

need of the simple striking arm under the streetlamp. The cutters, from under their rented earth. Come up, black dada

nihilismus. Rape the white girls. Rape their fathers. Cut the mothers’ throats.

Black dada nihilismus, choke my friends

in their bedrooms with their drinks spilling and restless for tilting hips or dark liver lips sucking splinters from the master’s thigh.

Black scream and chant, scream, and dull, un earthly hollering. Dada, bilious what ugliness, learned in the dome, colored holy shit (i call them sinned

or lost          burned masters                                of the lost                                                nihil German killers                                                                               all our learned

art, ’member what you said money, God, power, a moral code, so cruel it destroyed Byzantium, Tenochtitlan, Commanch                                                                               (got it, Baby! For tambo, willie best, dubois, patrice, mantan, the bronze buckaroos.

                               For Jack Johnson, asbestos, tonto, buckwheat,                                billie holiday.

                               For tom russ, l’overture, vesey, beau jack,

(may a lost god damballah, rest or save us against the murders we intend against his lost white children black dada nihilismus

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