We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
The music is in minors.
Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.
at a certain moment in social proceedings, I am on FIRE to leave: I have a leaving-FIT.
What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...