I Broke That Town In Half Like

Slavery Was Never Abolished, It Was Only Extended To Include All The Colors.

Well, The Rain Had Stopped But The Pain Was Still There.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

The Role Of The Poet Is Almost Nothing...drearily Nothing. And When He Steps Outside Of His Boots And Tries To Get Tough As Our Dear Ezra [pound] Did, He Will Get His Pink Little Ass Slapped.

There's Nothing To Mourn About Death Any More Than There Is To Mourn About The Growing Of A Flower. What Is Terrible Is Not Death But The Lives People Live Or Don't Live Up Until Their Death.