Hope Is A Contraband Passed From Hand

Glamour Cannot Exist Without Personal Social Envy Being A Common And Widespread Emotion.

A Cigarette Is A Breathing Space. It Makes A Parenthesis. The Time Of A Cigarette Is A Parenthesis, And If It Is Shared, You Are Both In That Parenthesis. Its Like A Proscenium Arch For A Dialogue.

The Essence Of Songs Is Neither Vocal Nor Cerebral But Organic. We Follow Songs In Order To Be Enclosed. We Find Ourselves Inside A Message. The Unsung, Impersonal World Remains Outside, On The Other Surface Of A Placenta. All Songs, Even When Their Content Or Rendering Is Strongly Masculine, Operate Maternally.

As Nelson Mandela Has Pointed Out, Boycott Is Not A Principle, It Is A Tactic Depending Upon Circumstances. A Tactic Which Allows People, As Distinct From Their Elected But Often Craven Governments, To Apply A Certain Pressure On Those Wielding Power In What They, The Boycotters, Consider To Be An Unjust Or Immoral Way.

Protest And Anger Practically Always Derives From Hope, And The Shouting Out Against Injustice Is Always In The Hope Of Those Injustices Being Somewhat Corrected And A Little More Justice Established.