More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild
Diane di PrimaI have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life
Diane di PrimaIn the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love
Diane di PrimaI think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think the poet is the first person to begin the shaping and visioning of the new forms and the new consciousness when no one else has begun to sense it; I think these are two of the most essential human functions.
Diane di Prima