Books by Amiri Baraka
of the Out & the Gone
Essence of Reparations /
Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems
LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka /
Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones
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Tales of the Out & the Gone
Stories by Amiri Baraka
Controversial literary legend Amiri
Baraka's new short story collection will shock and awe. What
should be obvious in these tales are the years, the time
passing and eclipsed, the run of faces, events, unities
and struggles, epochs, places, conditions, all gunning
through and fueling them. Tales are stories—I
like the old sound to it, tale . . .
Tales, as my
mother called my frequent absences from the literal, are
not only straight out of my own orally recorded
perpetrations but have a literary stature from Pushkin,
de Maupaussant, Poe, Dumas, Kafka, Sembène, Bradbury,
etc. a parade of awesome presences, themselves tails
of eras and assemblages of great thoughts and
feelings. What is left of what has left . . . Mao sd
that "works of literature and art as ideological forms
are products of the reflection in the human brain of the
life of a given society. These tales confirm that—Amiri Baraka, from Author's Introduction
Baraka, who has had
a long and distinguished career as a poet, fiction
writer, activist, and provocateur, here presents a
collection of previously unpublished short stories
spanning almost 30 years, from 1974 to 2003. Baraka has
a rich and distinctive voice . . . The collection
records a marvelously vital and creative mind at work.—Library Journal
writing possesses a remarkable balance of poetry and
politics, passion and polemic. His voice is
unmistakeable. His point of view uncompromising. This
collection just adds to his imposing legacy.—Nelson George, author
of The Death of Rhythm and Blues
What can be said about Baraka's work that would be new?
That the energy is unremitting, the focus unwavering,
the anger burning into a crystal rage, the questions
disquieting and unnervingly raw? Perhaps that there is
also tenderness here, something like light breathing on
a New York street. In this groundbreaking collection of
stories -- vintage, new, and previously unseen -- the
words don't play nice, they demand that you listen, and
you do and you are glad for it.—Chris Abani, author of
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Comprised of short
fiction spanning the early 1970s to the twenty-first
century--most of which has never been published—Tales
of the Out & the Gone reflects the astounding
evolution of America¹s most provocative literary
The first section
of the book, "War Stories," offers six stories enmeshed
in the volatile politics of the '70s and '80s; the
Tales of the Out & the Gone, reveals Baraka's
increasing literary adventurousness, combining an
unpredictable language play with a passion for
abstraction and psychological exploration.
Baraka's unique and constantly changing literary style
will educate readers on the evolution of one of
America's most accomplished literary masters of the past
is the author of numerous books of poetry, fiction, and
nonfiction. He was named Poet Laureate of New Jersey by
the New Jersey Commission on Humanities, from 2002 -
2004. His last two books of poetry, Somebody Blew Up
America & Other Poems and Un Poco Low Coup, received
tremendous critical acclaim. He and his wife, Amina
Baraka, have run the arts space Kimako's Blues People in
Newark for the past fifteen years. In 2001, Mr. Baraka
was inducted into the American Academy of Arts &
Letters. He also won the James Weldon Johnson medal for
outstanding contribution to the Arts. Amiri and Amina
Baraka live in Newark, New Jersey.
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New & Old (1974)
Norman's Date (1981 - 82)
From War Stories (1982)
Tales of the Out & the Gone
Iowa: Short Story & Poetry
The New Recreation Program (1988)
The Rejected Buppie (1992)
A Little Inf (1995)
Dig This! Out? (1995)
Heathen Technology at the End of the
Twentieth Century (1995)
Rhythm Travel (1995)
Science & Liberalism (1996)
What Is Undug Will Be (1996)
Dream Comics (1997)
A Letter (1998)
Conrad Loomis & the Clothes Ray (1998)
The Used Saver (1998)
My Man Came by the Crib the Other Day . . .
A Monk Story (2000)
The Pig Detector (2000)
Post- and Pre-Mortem Dialogue (2003)
Goodson readied himself for his big
day. Up a little early, shower, read the Measure (local
paper), glance at the Times. Checked specifically the
word on the goings-on. Namely, the President of the
United States coming to town. And he had the biggest
front on it, since he was mayor. The Mayor. (A quick
look in the mirror confirmed that it was him thinking
about him, and check, any photos handy? Luckily --or as
usual--they was right there.)
Touch down: 6 p.m. Streets clear all
the way to the hotel. Motorcade convoy. Five hundred
overtime cops. Quick call to Chambers.
"Roger? Yeh, how's it look? Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. OK. Yeh. What about the Ray thing, is that set
up? The ACLU? Oh yeh? Fuck 'em. I don't give a shit
about their rights, nor those people they got frontin'
for them. Yeh . . . Ha ha ha . . . Yeh. OK, check you at
noon, huh? OK."
Yesterday, ate, worked a usual day.
No, that was his day off. He slept most of the day.
Called the office, called Roger. Checked all the
preparations. Rode by the hotel where the president
would speak. A banquet. Goddamn, a Republican banquet.
Thousand dollars a plate. Goddamn Republicans raising a
quick million in Finland Station. Be here four hours,
tops. He'd talked to the president a couple of times. He
had called him Tim. "How are ya, Tim? How's everything
in Finland Station? You're doing quite a job, Tim. Quite
a job. Ever think about getting on the team all the way?
I mean, leave the jackasses and join the big elephants?"
"I'm on the team now, Mr. President."
(Couldn't call him Jer . . .) "Just a different wing of
the old bird."
"Wrong wing." They laughed. Plastic
cover somewhere, at a press conference just before a
press conference. A group of black leaders. A group of
mayors from all over. A lunch. Different salads, white
wine. Tim burped, caught it in his hands. Fuckin Ray
wrote a story about Tim, "Burping for His People." Fuck
him. I'm the . . . Yesterday. No, the day before. Up
early, ran around the lake the right way. Seeing these
people going uphill the other way, struggling up them
hills. Tim went the right way where it was mostly
downgrades. This goddamn Sloane there, coming down the
wrong way. The goddamn Checker cab made them get the
hell off the road. Tim was running around the lake with
two policemen riding in front of him in a big Checker
cab, rather than the Cadillac that came with the office.
The Cadillac would've drawn a little too much fire. This
way, a Checker, that's offbeat and looks a little
At City Hall, a lot of Muslims got
jobs now too. We give them jobs to be cool with
everybody. A little here, a little there. "Just fire
Sloane's people wherever you see 'em. Anybody you think
is hooked up at all with that Revolutionary Congress,
burn 'em! Nowhere, no way!" Tim was screaming at Ethan
Montgomery one morning.
"These R.C. people are never on time,
Some of them were demonstrating
against Tim the same morning in front of City Hall.
"Then they want to come in here and
get paid. I ain't going for that. Burn them niggers."
S.O. Hares, the first black President
of the City Council, meets Tim. Gray sideburns tinted
red, slightly. (Could dig it if you checked close.)
Burned russet wire sunglasses. Light-brown and
dark-brown big checked jacket and pebble texture rust
"Hey, your boy is burning the hell
outta you, Mr. Mayor." He laughs. "Half a one of them
goddamn poverty programs is out there too. Ha ha ha."
Hares would run next year, the bastard. Next year. He
had the Dons to put up the money for him. See, it's a
fight between the different groups. But Tim knew he had
it made, 'cause he had the biggest group. Gratitude
Insurance controlled the whole state. Every major
institution and corporation in the state had to check
off with or was controlled or heavily influenced by
Gratitude. And they had invested early in Tim.
"Me and the people at Grat., Laird
Conroy and the rest of the folks, we very tight. But you
understand, they're the real controls. What power do I
have?" (The rap would change according to who it was.)
"The real power is with the economic boys. Laird Conroy
is the man." Up in the white marble tower, with
Gratitude spelled out in blue steady lights‹the first
thing the airplanes see.
"The Negro that runs with the
Republicans can't get up too tough a head of steam,
because Rocky and them know these mostly nigger voters
ain't going for no Republican‹black or not. But then you
got the Cosa Nostra, with S.O. trying to push their
luck. If S.O. looks too good, he'll get busted straight
out for sticky fingers or a morals charge."
Tim saw Maureen that early evening
and they went to New York right after she got off work,
for two Gibsons apiece and some pretzels. He was
"working late" again. She was a librarian and a real
positive step up from Ruthie. Ruthie cried and swelled
up in her yellow bulk. But his wife Madeline was hip to
Ruthie, and had been for a few years. Ruthie was on the
board of everything and was his assistant campaign
manager. She was a good campaigner, and pushed the
campaign heavy all the time. Talked to a lot of people,
sold a lot of tickets, set up a lot of coffee klatches
at people's houses. Ruthie knew a lot of people. Plus
she was especially in charge of "prone candidate
orientation," but had now swelled up to damn near 300
pounds. Big and yellow with flat sticky red lips. She
had her boards and titles and a couple of good salaries.
What would she need now with Tim? So Tim reasoned, and
now slid with Maureen. She woke him up to the Times Book
Review's List of Best Sellers. Jaws. Ragtime. CIA: Coup
in America, the true story of John Kennedy's murder. He
got a chance to deal with a couple of pages now and
then. Jaws was a better movie than book. So would the
rest be. Be better as TV programs.
He never missed Roger K. Smith or the
Channel 13 weekly news review. It's a heck of a lot of
work running a big city. Especially one like Finland
Station, with a half-million people‹almost 400,000 of
them black or Puerto Rican. With a bunch of big mouths
floating around on the edge of that, playing like
leaders, always stirring some bullshit up.
Like this president thing. The man's
just coming here to speak, raise some funds for the
Republican Party. So we gotta have a whole lot of
demonstrations and bullshit like that, just to build one
of these people's names. Tim marched in picket lines. He
knew when stuff was on the up and up and when it was BS.
This was BS. Why? Because the president wasn't going to
do anything. There was nothing that could be
accomplished by demonstrating in front of the hotel
where the president was. What's that gonna do? It ain't
gonna get nobody no jobs. I'll fix these simple niggers
tho, they won't even see the president. And he won't see
them either--I'll fix them.
Tim made this statement in the
newspaper, and immediately the ACLU and some other
bleeding-hearts called him up to protest, saying that
they would sue if he violated the democratic rights of
the R.C. By the time that stuff even gets to where
somebody will look at it, everything will be got up and
By 12:00, the staff meeting began.
Reports. The police ready. Five hundred overtime. Cost
of $30,000 to the city. "Do the newspapers have that?"
"They got it, alright, and are
blowing it all over. And our friends are at it on the
radio. The R.C., your friend Sloane, and the others.
Putting down the whole business."
"Yeh, but what the hell we gonna do?
The president comes--he gotta get security. And the city
gotta pay for it. It's a hell of a thing, him a
Republican and this city full of black Democrats."
"Most of them not no Democrats,
neither," shot in Augie Bond, the drunk PR man.
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