The Rich Are Always Enamored

The Idea That Certain Things In Life - And In The Universe - Don't Yield Up Their Secrets Is Something That Requires A Slightly More Mature Reader To Accept.

A Poet Is Wounded Into Speech, And He Examines These Wounds, Meticulously, To Discover How To Heal Them. The Bad Poet Harangues At The Pain And Yowls At The Weapons That Lacerate Him; The Great Poet Explores The Inflamed Lips Of Ruined Flesh With Ice-caked Fingers, Glittering And Precise; But Ultimately His Poem Is The Echoing, Dual Voice Reporting The Damages.

Dictators During The Entire History Of This Planet Have Used Similar Techniques. By Not Letting The People Of Their Country Know What Conditions Existed Outside Their Boundaries, They Could Get The People To Fight To Stay In Those Conditions. It Was The Old Adage: Convince A Slave That He's Free , And He Will Fight To Maintain His Slavery .

Each Of Us, With Money, Gets Further And Further Away From Those Moments Where The Hand Pulls The Beet Root From The Soil, Shakes The Fish From The Net Into The Basket -- Not To Mention The Way It Separates Us From One Another, So That When Enough Money Comes Between People, They Lie Apart Like Parts Of A Chicken Hacked Up For Stewing.

From 1968 On, I Was Pretty Much The Black, Gay Sf Writer.