Abdul B. Jalloh

“My face is covered with maps of dead nations”
― Bob Kaufman, Solitudes Crowded With Loneliness

“We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”
― Anais Nin

“Let the voices of dead poets
ring louder in your ears
Than the screechings mouthed
In mildewed editorials
Listen to the music of centuries,
Rising above the mushroom time.”
― Bob Kaufman, Golden Sardine

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”
― Anais Nin