There Is No Depth To Education Without

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

Poetry Is Music, And Nothing But Music. Words With Musical Emphasis.

Hope Is Delicate Suffering.

Atheist Jews Double Crossers Stole Our [black People’s] Secrets. . . . They Give Us To Worship A Dead Jew And Not Ourselves . . . . Selling Fried Potatoes And People, The Little Arty Bastards Talking Arithmetic They Sucked From The Arab’s Head.

I'd Say I'm A Revolutionary Optimist. I Believe That The Good Guys -the People- Are Going To Win.