When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry

There Is No Depth To Education Without Art.

Poetry Is Music, And Nothing But Music. Words With Musical Emphasis.

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

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.

The Word “art” Is Something The West Has Never Understood. Art Is Supposed To Be A Part Of A Community. Like, Scholars Are Supposed To Be A Part Of A Community... Art Is To Decorate People’s Houses, Their Skin, Their Clothes, To Make Them Expand Their Minds, And It’s Supposed To Be Right In The Community, Where They Can Have It When They Want It... It’s Supposed To Be As Essential As A Grocery Store... That’s The Only Way Art Can Function Naturally.