Kafka Is Still Unrecognized. He Thought He

Saul Bellow Never Took My Advice When He Was My Friend.

It's So Wrong When I Pick Up A New Edition Of Huckleberry Finn And I Look At The Last Page And It Doesn't Say, Yours Truly, At The End.

I Gave Up Writing Blurbs Because You Make One Friend And 200 Enemies.

I Long For The Raised Voice, The Howl Of Rage Or Love.

The Black Situation Has Changed. They Finally Realized They're Americans.