Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great

And Let Me Die Suddenly, To Be Born Again In The Revelation Of Beauty....and The Revelation Of Beauty Is The Wisdom Of The Ancestors.

Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great Silence Of Scientific Knowledge.

When I Turn On My Radio, When I Hear That Negroes Have Been Lynched In America, I Say That We Have Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead; When I Turn On My Radio, When I Hear That Jews Have Been Insulted, Mistreated, Persecuted, I Say That We Have Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead; When, Finally, I Turn On My Radio And Hear That In Africa Forced Labor Has Been Inaugurated And Legalized, I Say That We Have Certainly Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead.

A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing Bear. Life Is Not A Spectacle.

Reason, I Sacrifice You To The Evening Breeze.