A Man Is Either Free Or He

Art Is Whatever Makes You Proud To Be Human.

When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry I Will To Black People. May They Pick Me Apart And Take The Useful Parts, The Sweet Meat Of My Feelings. And Leave The Bitter Bullshit Rotten White Parts Alone.

My Responsibility Is To Truth And Beauty.

The African, Because Of The Violent Differences Between What Was Native And What He Was Forced To In Slavery, Developed Some Of The Most Complex And Complicated Ideas About The World Imaginable.

Hope Is Delicate Suffering.