What kinds of errant crystals has Sade LaNay placed upon their throat to make these polyvocalities so audible? So that from the violated archives of Black history, LaNay makes a clearing for a fugitive chorus--poets, organizers, librarians, educators, reverends, --who refuse to negotiate on the prisms of Black life. I LOVE YOU AND I'M NOT DEAD requests your care and attention without promising anything in return: clarity, closure, reconciliation...
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