Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.