Iโve been here before, dreaming myself backwards, among grappling hooks of light. True to the seasons, Iโve lived every word spoken. Did I walk into someoneโs nightmare?
Yusef KomunyakaaPoetry is a process of getting back to the unconscious. Hence, I am always writing-even when I'm not facing the white space. I feel writers are like reservoirs of images. We take in what is around us.
Yusef Komunyakaa