Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

Even If You Are Not Ready For Day It Cannot Always Be Night.

Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!

Each Body Has Its Art.

I Don't Like The Idea Of The Black Race Being Diluted Out Of Existence. I Like The Idea Of All Of Us Being Here.