Rebekah Miron It was started by cruelty, those mouths dark as houses where each consonant, each vowel, scored the walls with hate. They took a woman to pieces, pressed her flesh against their lips, told stories about the taste, about the way she fell apart on the tongue, melted warm as butter, because the world …
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses… We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy
