anything else I think I can pull it off; me and the other bait;
there’s many styles o f allure around. Huey N ew to n ’s m y
friend and I send ten percent o f any money I have to the Black
Panthers instead o f paying taxes because they’re still bombing
the fucking Vietnamese, if you can believe it. He sends me
poems and letters o f encouragement. I write him letters o f
encouragement. I’m afraid to show him any o f m y pages I
wrote because perhaps he’s not entirely cognizant o f the
problems, esthetic and political, I face. I look for signs in the
press for if he’s decent to women but there’s not too much to
see; except you have to feel some distrust. He’s leading the
revolution right now and I think the bait’s got to have a place
in it. I am saying to him that women too got to be whole; and
old people cared for; and children educated and fed; and
women not raped; I say, not raped; I say it to him, not raped.
H e’s saying the same thing back to me in his letters, except for
the women part. He is very Mao in his poem style, because it
helps him to say what he knows and gives him authority, I can
see that, it makes his simple language look strong and
purposeful, not as if he’s not too educated. It’s brilliant for that
whereas I am more lost; I can’t cover up that I don’t have
words. I can’t tell if
thinks I am stupid to use it or not; if he thinks it exists or not;
because we are polite and formal and encouraging to each
other and he doesn’t say. I am working m y part out. He is
taking care o f the big, overall picture, the big needs, the great
thrust forward. I am in a fine fit o f rebellion and melancholy
and I think there’s a lot that’s possible so I am in a passion o f
revolutionary fire with a new esthetic boiling in me, except for
m y terrible times. The new esthetic started out in ignorance
and ignominy, in sadness, in forgetting; it pushed past
sadness into an overt rebellion— tear this down, tear this
apart— and it went on to create: it said, w e’ll learn to write
without words and i f it happened we will find a w ay to say so
and i f it happened to us it happened. For instance, i f it
happened to me it happened; but I don’t have enough
confidence for that, really, because maybe I’m wrong, or
maybe it’s not true, or how do you say it, but if it happened to
us, to us, you know, the ones o f us that’s the bait, then it
happened. It happened. And i f it happened, it happened. We
w ill say so. We will find a w ay to say so. We will take the
blood that was spilled and smear it in public w ays so it’s art and
politics and science; the fisherman w o n ’t like the book so
w hat’s new; he’ll say it ain’t art or he’ll say it’s bullshit; but
here’s the startling part; the bait’s got a secret system o f