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James Brown And Frank Sinatra Are Two Different Quantities In The Universe. They Represent Two Different Experiences Of The World.

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

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

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.

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.