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Thought Is More Important Than Art....to Revere Art And Have No Understanding Of The Process That Forces It Into Existence, Is Finally Not Even To Understand What Art Is.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes.

If You Are Black, The Only Roads Into The Mainland Of American Life Are Through Subservience, Cowardice, And Loss Of Manhood. These Are The White Man's Roads.

The Further Jazz Moves Away From The Stark Blue Continuum And The Collective Realities Of Afro-american And American Life, The More It Moves Into Academic Concert-hall Lifelessness, Which Can Be Replicated By Any Middle Class Showing Off Its Music Lessons.

& Love Is An Evil Word. Turn It Backwards/see, See What I Mean? An Evol Word.