poems are not a luxury they are as normal as bread.
to jump from the towers holding hands you have found the meaning of life. did the terrorist and the pilot hold hands? why is that so hard for you to believe and so easy for you to go war?
their whole lives was different, protecting themselves from marauding
black woman writer, oh so boring, so limiting white males french writer?
instead of accepting it i would force people to wear it and see what would happen. but black music is the distinguishing feature of american music.
i am repelled by being called a continent or a blunt fact, to talk about rank is an embarrassment it is just a way to not talk about the book, i am not beguiled but it.
the nihilist who wish to destroy the world have nothing to put into its place
fundamentalism leads to nihilism and- this leads to tyranny.
i am the sum of my books.
you have to write about people who are losing their way, even in the developing world.
no one here understands early Christianity
the army could extinguish the conservatives.
someone could shoot me in the street but
my national reputation has protected me but not a Kurd.
i am criticized for not being enough of a Turk but as soon as i am out of my country i am only a Turk.
i want to believe in this God who is making this beautiful snow fall from the sky.
where, where are they, the ghost of her mother. it lives on my computer. hello are you there? do you miss me?