Poetry Had Everything To Teach Me About

Nothing Reveals More About The Inner Life Of A People Than Their Arts.

After All, Coffee Is Bitter, A Flavor From The Forbidden And Dangerous Realm.

It Began In Mystery, And It Will End In Mystery, But What A Savage And Beautiful Country Lies In Between.

A Flower's Fragrance Declares To All The World That It Is Fertile, Available, And Desirable, Its Sex Organs Oozing With Nectar. Its Smell Reminds Us In Vestigial Ways Of Fertility, Vigor, Life-force, All The Optimism, Expectancy, And Passionate Bloom Of Youth. We Inhale Its Ardent Aroma And, No Matter What Our Ages, We Feel Young And Nubile In A World Aflame With Desire.

In The Early Years Of The Uprising, We Survived On One Meal A Day Of Horse Meat And Soup, But By The End We Ate Only Dried Peas, Dogs, Cats And Birds.