The Wretched of the Earth - Frantz Fanon: On National Consciousness and National Culture
Red Menace
A Strange Pool of Blood
Fanon is just honestly such a beautiful writer. If you are not also following along, you're really missing out on the just incredible intensity of this text. So the trees bear a strange pool. Blood on the leaves and blood at the room. Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Past a roosteen of the gathered sun Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth St. Humbag, Nolion, sweet and rich Then the sun smell long, burnt in flesh Here is a fruit for the grows to plug For the rain together, for the wind to suckFor the sun to rot, for the tree to drop here is a strange embit
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