The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.

... I see the country going fascist. We have been going that route a long, long time. A lot of things the country has done from its inception were fascist. But now, now I think we are in the face of a terrible fascist dictatorship.

Friends and good manners will carry you where money won't go.

The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age.

You is born lucky, and it's better to be born lucky than born rich, cause if you is lucky you can git rich, but if you is born rich and you ain't lucky you is liables to lose all you got.

The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.