“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”
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If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
Music inflames temperament.
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
