All My Life I Have Gone Out

My Voice Is My Instrument. ... It Is Not In The Throat, From Where It Appears To Come. It Is In My Feet And How They Touch The Floor, In My Legs And How They Lift And Sink With The Rhythm Of The Song. It Is In My Hips And Belly And Lower Back.

Part Of Being An Artist Is Being Willing To Be Shocked, Being Willing To Be Surprised, Being Willing To Be Hurt.

Language Is Like Songs, Like Food, Like Dance-it Is The Expression Of What We Think.

In Less Than A Century We Experienced Great Movement. The Youth Movement! The Labor Movement! The Civil Rights Movement! The Peace Movement! The Solidarity Movement! The Women's Movement! The Disability Movement! The Disarmament Movement! The Gay Rights Movement! The Environmental Movement! Movement! Transformation! Is There Any Reason To Believe We Are Done?

I'm Not Allowing My Perspective To Be Dictated By The Dominant Culture.