I have found that battling despair does not mean closing my eyes to the enormity of the tasks of effecting change, nor ignoring the strength and the barbarity of the forces aligned against us. It mean...
Hatred is the fury of those who do not share our goals, and its object is death and destruction. Anger is a grief of distortions between peers, and its object is change.
Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak.
Alwaysin the middle of our bloodiest battlesyou lay down your armslike flowering minesto conqueror me home.
The difference between poetry and rhetoricis being ready to kill
In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light...
I want to write rage but all that comes is sadness. We have been sad long enough to make this earth either weep or grow fertile. I am an anachronism, a sport, like the bee that was never meant to fly....
I heard my old friend Clem’s voice coming back to me through the dimness of thirty years: I see you coming here trying to make sense where there is no sense. Try just living in it. Respond, alter, see...
I am tired of writing memorials to black menwhom I was on the brink of knowingweary like fig treesweighted like a crepe myrtlewith all the black substance poured into earthbefore earth is ready to bea...
The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we c...