… I used to sort of kill off my characters, and I, I’m not really doin that anymore. You know, they have to go on; they have to find a way to live with who and what they are, now more than in the past. I see it on tv too.
How on earth did anyone get the idea that people can communicate with one another by letter?
Literarily inclined poets… and they wrote poetry in meters that could be set to music… it wasn’t demeaning to write a poem that would become so popular that everyone in the town square would know it from memory, would know it by ear, would be able to sing it.
Something you said earlier interests me, you said you’ve always envisioned yourself in terms of a man or with a man. Do you still feel that way? Mmmhmm. Yes. Mmhm.
Besides, they’ll see how beautiful we are, and be ashamed.
Fantasy as rumor. ( We are not a fantasy).
And I have to say that, only the impossible happens. I’ve been up against miracle after miracle. Just when I need things at the critical moment, the last critical moment, then, I have what I need.
A blood prince himself beating all into spirit. Grassroots Ra, is what it is… Ra’s raise are translated into hippish national anthems.
I’m a fugitive; you’re a fugitive.
In the beginning, God.
In tribute to Amiri B. Part 2.
She swings my soul, to a sweet cathedral thing of beauty.
In tribute to Amiri B.
Now we gather here on the universe at this time, this particular time, to listen to the 36 black notes of the piano. There’s 36 black notes and 52 white notes
You said sweet songs were gonna come again and didn’t they.