These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seed into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting strengths.

What happens in a strike happens not to one person alone.... It is a crisis with meaning and potency for all and prophetic of a future. The elements in crisis are the same, there is a fermentation that is identical. The elements are these: a body of men, women and children, hungry; an organization of feudal employers out to break the back of unionization; and the government Labor Board sent to "negotiate" between this hunger and this greed.

The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.

Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.

I am luminous with age.

Suddenly many movements are going on within me, many things are happening, there is an almost unbearable sense of sprouting, of bursting encasements, of moving kernels, expanding flesh.

To be bound by hungers is a beautiful thing but to be bound by physical hungers only is too low a state for man.