Each Body Has Its Art.

This Is The Urgency: Live! And Have Your Blooming In The Noise Of The Whirlwind.

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.

The Civil Rights Situation Is Like A Pregnancy. It Will Get Worse, I Believe, Before It Gets Better. What The Usual Pregnancy Comes To Is A Decent Baby. That Is What We All Hope Will Be The End Product Of This Stress. It Is Customary, At The End Of A Pregnancy, To Have For Your Pains A Decent Baby.

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

The Poetry Is Myself.