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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!

When You Use The Term Minority Or Minorities In Reference To People, You're Telling Them That They're Less Than Somebody Else.

Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And It Is Easier To Stay At Home.

I Think It Must Be Lonely To Be God. Nobody Loves A Master. No.

Beware The Easy Griefs / That Fool And Fuel Nothing.