Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And

What, What Am I To Do With All Of This Life?

Good Health Is A Duty To Yourself, To Your Contemporaries, To Your Inheritors, To The Progress Of The World.

Exhaust The Little Moment / Soon It Dies.

With Melted Opals For My Milk, Pearl-leaf For My Cracker.

What I'm Fighting For Now In My Work... For An Expression Relevant To All Manner Of Blacks, Poems I Could Take Into A Tavern, Into The Street, Into The Halls Of A Housing Project.