The male image has been so pulled down by situation comedy in the last 15 years, it is frightening. I don't like what has happened to the American male.
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
The basis of art is change in the universe.
And you try to quiet your mind so you can hear.
I see little hope for a nation that values the health of its livestock more than that of its people. . . . Farmers are not criticized for routinely giving their (live)stock nutritional supplements. . . . superior to any sold for humans. . . Millions of families could plant home gardens if they truly wanted health. Refined food are practically unknown in Russia. The life expectancy of the 40-year-old American is near the lowest in the world.
The work of art is the exaggeration of an idea.
Whoever is standing up telling the white man that his position is unjust and that the black people should not have to wait for any Supreme Court, Congress or Senate to legislate, or even the president to issue any kind of - of a proclamation to better the condition of our people, if a N - if he - if a, if a Negro leader is standing up, making that point clear, then he's all right with us.