“Now they strike us against each other like dry rocks and set us on fire with a hunger nothing can feed.” – AI, from The Great German Army, Russia, 1943
“To make room for headstones
marking where and how long and who.”
I am tired of my grave
“We’ll start from the back and work forward. I hate rap. The Beatles have made a substantial contribution. Bob Dylan, however, is the worst poet alive. He can maybe get one good line in a song, and the rest is gibberish.”
I’m going to keep writing until I cannot be denied. Until they notice. Until my words fill up every page. Until I’m finished.
“I bow to no man, yet still serve everyone. Because this is in the doing, and this is how it’s done.”