Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

Looks short, sounds interesting, and doesn’t seem bad. Maybe I will read the “Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note.” I did read it and loved it. This poem happened to be a really great poem and I really liked it. Many reasons to why I liked this poem pops into my head, but since I don’t have much time, I will tell you only a few. Reading this poem was a bit confusing, making me not understand much. Because the poem had a great choice of words, it made the poem sound fantastic. And I loved the religious aspect that the author used.
First of all, this poem was a bit confusing. Eventually when looking at the poem’s title, “Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note,” I think to myself, twenty volumes? While doing that, I’m like well; I wonder where is he at, right now in this note. Going further into the poem, I found a few phrases that I did not understand. One of the phrases was, “And now, each night I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when they will not come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.” He seems to be counting the stars, as in, the people who were always there for him, and hen these stars or people are not there, he counts them that left. But what can I say; this is just the message that I’ve gotten from this phrase. Not really knowing how he felt for sure had me a bit confused.
Here comes the second reason. Secondly, I like this poem because of the word choice that Amiri Baraka uses. Purposely, it seems like everywhere in this poem he put the right words in the right places at the right times. For instance Baraka says, “Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way the ground opens up and envelops me.” Usually when one listens to this, they wonder, well what does he mean by envelops me? Reading this, I wonder, does the ground suck him in. Or does he mean, the ground suck, meaning that earth sucks. Permanently, loving this poem is what I would say, because you really have to read between the lines to understand what the author is trying to say.
Lastly, I like this poem because of its religious aspect. When the father had gone into his daughter’s room, (as explained in the poem) he found her praying. To my daughter's room and heard her. Talking to someone, and when I opened. The door, there was no one there...
Only she on her knees, peeking into. Her own clasped hands.” Just speaking into her own clasp hands, as it seems from his point of view. I like the way that you have to know what praying is to understand this part. It shows that the father does not have a strong relationship with God.
In conclusion, I would like to say, that I really enjoyed reading and writing about this poem. This poem was a bit confusing, which made it good Usage of great word choice made this poem beautiful and I loved that religious aspect of it.