Even If You Are Not Ready For

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

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.

The Forties And Fifties Were Years Of High Poet-incense; The Language-flowers Were Thickly Sweet. Those Flowers Whined And Begged White Folks To Pick Them, To Find Them Lovable. Then The '60s: Independent Fire!

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.

Abortions Will Not Let You Forget. You Remember The Children You Got That You Did Not Get.