The voice was unmistakable when I tuned in to NPR’s “Fresh Air” on Friday. Sekou Sundiata. I immediately remembered the loss of him on Wednesday that I hadn’t yet digested. Fresh Air was doing a remembrance of the poet. He was incredible. And his voice is impossible to forget.
I saw him perform in La Jolla as part of Quincy Troupe’s Artists on the Cutting Edge series in the late 90’s. I met him afterward and he signed my CD and was so kind. He’s always been someone I’ve thought of with fondness, though I may not have followed his work beyond those days when I was consumed with poetry. Hearing his voice took me back to those days, when every moment was an inspiration and every experience a chance for discovery.
Talking with Han last night, he said, “It sounds like you’re falling in love with poetry again.”