No genre. Molten rock? He’s that cat you say “boy, he a fool” about, but with a grin on your face. This work should be discussed in terms of place(lessness) and the Black diaspora, but I ain’t a candle or the sun. By being revisited as locus, I wager that Egypt and Ethiopia as touchstones for Black* “civilization” has different revelance for 20th century Black Americans than hoteps, albeit hoteps feeling the aftershock.