ABSTRACT

In the dark / a Tarantula crawls / into my daydream: // Black. Hairy. Contorted. // Full of dis- / crepancies and dis- / jointed limbs. // Pitiless and venomous / image / of history’s dis- / tortions / of our furious Race. (Kofi Anyidoho, from “Republica Dominica,” in AncestralLogic and Caribbeanblues, 1992)