By Night The Skyscraper Looms

Arithmetic Is Where The Answer Is Right And Everything Is Nice And You Can Look Out Of The Window And See The Blue Sky - Or The Answer Is Wrong And You Have To Start Over And Try Again And See How It Comes Out This Time.

Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print Of A Fin And A Wing, With An Illegible Oath Between.

My First Stringed Instrument Was A Cigar Box Banjo Where I Cut And Turned The Pegs And Strung The Wires Myself.

To Those Who Had Ordered Them To Death, One Of Them Said: “we Die Because The People Are Asleep And You Will Die Because The People Will Awaken.”

Back Of Every Mistaken Venture And Defeat Is The Laughter Of Wisdom, If You Listen.