Art Is Not Living. It Is The

We Cannot Settle For The Pretenses Of Connection, Or For The Parodies Of Self-love.

The Learning Process Is Something You Can Incite, Literally Incite, Like A Riot.

For Within Livin Structures Defined By Profit, By Linear Power, By Institutional Dehumanization, Our Feelings Were Not Meant To Survive. Kept Around As Unavoidable Adjuncts Or Pleasant Pastimes, Our Feelings Were Expected To Kneel To Thought As Women Were Expected To Kneel To Men. But Women Have Survived. As Poets.

There Is No Thing As A Single-issue Struggle Because We Do Not Live Single-issue Lives.

Differences Must Be Not Merely Tolerated, But Seen As A Fund Of Necessary Polarities Between Which Our Creativity Can Spark Like A Dialectic.