As A Poet And Writer, I Deeply

Our Earth Is Round, And, Among Other Things, That Means That You And I Can Hold Completely Different Points Of View And Both Be Right. The Difference Of Our Positions Will Show Stars In Your Window I Cannot Even Imagine. Your Sky May Burn With Light, While Mine, At The Same Moment, Spreads Beautiful To Darkness. Still We Must Choose How We Separately Corner The Circling Universe Of Our Experience. Once Chosen, Our Cornering Will Determine The Message Of Any Star And Darkness We Encounter.

... If Your Heart And Your Honest Body Can Be Controlled By The State, Or Controlled By Community Taboo, Are You Not Then, And In That Case, No More Than A Slave Ruled By Outside Force? What Tyranny Could Exceed A Tyranny That Dictates To The Human Heart, And That Attempts To Dictate The Public Career Of An Honest Human Body?

When That Devil's Bullet Lodged Itself Inside The Body Of Martin Luther King, He Had Already Begun An Astonishing Mobilization Of Poor, Black, White, Latino Americans Who Had Nothing To Lose. They Would Challenge Our Government To Eliminate Exploitative, Merciless, And War-mongering Policies, Nationwide, Or Else "tie Up The Country" Through "means Of Civil Disobedience." Dr. King Intended To Organize Those Legions Into "coercive Direct Actions" That Would Make Of Babylon A Dysfunctional Behemoth Begging For Relief. Is It Any Wonder He Was Killed?

If Any Of Us Hopes To Survive, She Must Meet The Extremity Of The American Female Condition With Immediate And Political Response. The Thoroughly Destructive And Indefensible Subjugation Of The Majority Of Americans Cannot Continue Except At The Peril Of The Entire Body Politic.

Poetry Is A Political Act Because It Involves Telling The Truth.