No Man Can Give Me Any Word

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.

As You Get Older, You Find That Often The Wheat, Disentangling Itself From The Chaff, Comes Out To Meet You.

What I'm Fighting For Now In My Work... For An Expression Relevant To All Manner Of Blacks, Poems I Could Take Into A Tavern, Into The Street, Into The Halls Of A Housing Project.

The Music Is In Minors.