Hart Leroy Bibbs was born in Kansas City, Missouri, USA, in 1930, he died in 1994. This selfmade man started by being a journalist then a photographer, specialized in the jazz scene,before starting his own artistically research. He is a painter, a sculptor and, of course, a musician poet.
The below extract has been published in the collection of poems (in English) 'Double Trouble' by Ted Joans (1928-2003) and Hart Leroy Bibbs (1930-1994) by Revue Noire-Bleu Outremer publisher, Paris 1992, out of print.
[published in RN 05 in June 1992, original text written in English and in 'Double Trouble', Revue Noire-Bleu Outremer Publisher 1992, in original English writings]
Where truly does the lie begin
In the mind, the soul or the sin,
Out of context, reflex or perplexity ?
The true road turns – forked lies come in.
If love is blind
What use has love to cry
Tears of joy or any other kind ?
Being justice also is in a lover’s mind
Just or unjust, let all the tears dry.
In ward north number twelve
One hushed night
I heard death choking my neighbor
But couldn’t find the light
Couldn’t recognize its face for fright.
Now any face that it may be
If now it shadows me
I’ll just wait to see.
Perfection must be the dullest thing
In the world – now that I’ve done you wrong
Give me the broken wing
Because of love I no longer belong
And a conflict joy would bring
Back my love which once was so strong.
Now, even now, I suffer in this song
Because I done you wrong.
Hart Leroy Bibbs
extract from 'Double Trouble' 1992