Charity, vertical, humiliates. Solidarity, horizontal, helps.

Charity, vertical, humiliates. Solidarity, horizontal, helps.

The poet, distracted by politics, asks of poetry that it make itself useful like metal or flour, that it get ready to stain its face with coal dust and fight body to body.

Our defeat was always implicit in the victory of others; our wealth has always generated our poverty by nourishing the prosperity of others - the empires and their native overseers. In the colonial and neocolonial alchemy, gold changes into scrap metal and food into poison.

I have never killed anybody, it is true, but it is because I lacked the courage or the time, not because I lacked the desire

If the grape is made of wine, then perhaps we are the words that tell who we are

We are what we do, especially what we do to change what we are.