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.

Words have users, but as well, users have words. And it is the users that establish the world's realities.

A system that warehouses people is not the cure for social ills

God is man idealized.

What will be / the sacred words?

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.

Back home the black women are all beautiful