The Music Is In Minors.

I Who Have Gone The Gamut From An Almost Angry Rejection Of My Dark Skin By Some Of My Brainwashed Brothers And Sisters To A Surprised Queenhood In The New Black Sunam Qualified To Enter At Least The Kindergarten Of New Consciousness Now... I Have Hopes For Myself.

Beware The Easy Griefs / That Fool And Fuel Nothing.

When You Love A Man, He Becomes More Than A Body. His Physical Limbs Expand, And His Outline Recedes, Vanishes. He Is Rich And Sweet And Right. He Is Part Of The World, The Atmosphere, The Blue Sky And The Blue Water.

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.

Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And It Is Easier To Stay At Home.