Top 84 Quotes & Sayings by Amiri Baraka - Page 2

Words have users, but as well, users have words. And it is the users that establish the world's realities.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

Poetry is music, and nothing but music. Words with musical emphasis.

Warriors are poets and poems and all the loveliness here in the worlds.

And now each night, I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when the stars won't come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.

what is lost because it is most precious what is most precious because it is lost

God is man idealized.

Back home the black women are all beautiful

I am a soul in the world: in the world of my soul the whirled light from the day the sacked land of my father.

A man is either free or he is not.

The films of Warhol, when they are about anything are about sucking people off. This can be high art, to people who are interested in sucking people off. But that will not liberate Black people.

Most American white men are trained to be fags. For this reason it is no wonder their faces are weak and blank.

The African, because of the violent differences between what was native and what he was forced to in slavery, developed some of the most complex and complicated ideas about the world imaginable.

Atheist Jews double crossers stole our [black people’s] secrets. . . . They give us to worship a dead Jew and not ourselves . . . . Selling fried potatoes and people, the little arty bastards talking arithmetic they sucked from the arab’s head.

Smile, jew. Dance, jew. Tell me you love me, jew...I got the extermination blues, jewboys. I got the hitler syndrome figured

What will be / the sacred words?

I am inside someone who hates me. I look out from his eyes.

Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.

I am inside someone who hates me. I look out from his eyes. Smell what fouled tunes come in to his breath. Love his wretched women.

James Brown and Frank Sinatra are two different quantities in the universe. They represent two different experiences of the world.

A system that warehouses people is not the cure for social ills

An evil word it is/ This Love.

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog.