I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we're here and we're healthy.
What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.
She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
Writing is a delicious agony.
What, what am I to do with all of this life?
It is brave to be involved
Each body has its art.
I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.
Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
I've always thought of myself as a reporter. When people ask why I don't stop writing, I say, `Look at what's happening in this world. Every day there's something exciting or disturbing to write about.’ With all that's going on, how could I stop?
We are each other's magnitude and bond.
We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
The poetry is myself.
I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry. ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them.
Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.
First fight. Then fiddle.
A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
The civil rights situation is like a pregnancy. It will get worse, I believe, before it gets better. What the usual pregnancy comes to is a decent baby. That is what we all hope will be the end product of this stress. It is customary, at the end of a pregnancy, to have for your pains a decent baby.
When white and black meet today, sometimes there is a ready understanding that there has been an encounter between two human beings. But often there is only, or chiefly, an awareness that Two Colors are in the room.
People like definite decisions, / Tidy answers, all the little ravelings / Snipped off, the lint removed, they / Hop happily among their roughs / Calling what they can't clutch insanity / Or saintliness.
My last defense / Is the present tense.
... sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...
I like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.
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