Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be

When You Love A Man, He Becomes More Than A Body. His Physical Limbs Expand, And His Outline Recedes, Vanishes. He Is Rich And Sweet And Right. He Is Part Of The World, The Atmosphere, The Blue Sky And The Blue Water.

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

The Forties And Fifties Were Years Of High Poet-incense; The Language-flowers Were Thickly Sweet. Those Flowers Whined And Begged White Folks To Pick Them, To Find Them Lovable. Then The '60s: Independent Fire!

Reading Is Important - Read Between The Lines. Don't Swallow Everything.

The Music Is In Minors.