Archie Shepp - Malcolm, Malcolm Semper Malcolm
A Song
is not what it seems.
A tune, perhaps.
Bird
whistled while even America
listened.
We play
but we aren't always dumb.
We are murdered
in amphitheatres
on the podia of the Audubon.
The Earl.
Philadelphia 1945.
Malcolm, my people.
Dear God!
Malcolm.
A Song
is not what it seems.
A tune, perhaps.
Bird
whistled while even America
listened.
We play
but we aren't always dumb.
We are murdered
in amphitheatres
on the podia of the Audubon.
The Earl.
Philadelphia 1945.
Malcolm, my people.
Dear God!
Malcolm.
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