“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.”
“There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.”
“My art is that of the 35mm kind; my poetry is of the lead and ink kind; my happiness is of the product of both; and my legacy is of the story of my soul, that my life left behind”
“Until people see poetry as springing from all of life, they will isolate it in a creativity corner and treat it like a mascot.”
“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.”
“Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.”