Through The Years I Have Seen Myself

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I Like What Oliver Lakes Does On The Saxophone. The Saxophone Comes Pretty Close To The Sound Of The Human Voice And When Oliver Plays With Other Sax Players, It's Like A Dialogue.

I Originally Wanted To Embrace The Imagery And Forthrightness Of Rap Music. There Are Some Interesting, Dynamic Voices In Rap. But I Find Most Of It Irresponsible In Its Overt Violence And Commercialization Of Anger. As Artists, We Believe We Can Will Action Through Language. If That's The Case, We Have To Take Responsibility For What We Say.

My Great-grandfather Melvin Had Been A Carpenter - So Was My Father - And They Taught Me The Value Of Tools: Saws, Hammers, Chisels, Files And Rulers. It All Dealt With Conciseness And Precision. It Eliminated Guesswork. One Has To Know His Tools, So He Doesn't Work Against Himself.

I Think Of My Poems As Personal And Public At The Same Time. You Could Say They Serve As Psychological Overlays. One Fits On Top Of The Other, And Hopefully There's An Ongoing Evolution Of Clarity.