Our goal is to publish African poets in as many ways as possible.

I am most interested in people. I try to capture their complexity and contradiction and beauty. It does not matter where they are from.

This poet is a griot in search of a village.

When people open up and share their stories, you have a responsibility to tell these truths truthfully and with the same quest for grace and beauty that you see in them.

All memory is fiction.

Maybe that is the power of poetry. It somehow transcends news cycles, and becomes a part of our collective imagination. That is the beauty of the art form I like to play with.

I believe that all fiction is personal and all writing is at some level personal.

Latino poets, are really having a significant impact on American poetics today.

My concern is always that I can do justice to what I see and hear.

The aesthetic, as I understand it, is really about the way in which we understand beauty and speak and think about beauty.

Racist writing is a craft failure.

I believe half the unhappiness in life comes from people being afraid to go straight at things.

It is probable that England will look favorably upon the independence of the Philippines, for it will open their ports to her and afford greater freedom to her commerce.

I think it takes an introspective person to want to go into the theater and see the dark side of themselves.

One must beware of ministers who can do nothing without money, and those who want to do everything with money.

I can't write story-songs, like I couldn't write a Bob Dylan or Tom Waits song. I can only write whatever weird phrases come into my head, and hope that they're good.

Without organization and leadership toward a realistic goal, there is no chance of realizing more than a small percentage of your potential.

It's awful bad luck to bring a woman aboard the ship." "It's awful worse luck not to.

My great-grandfather, Karl Wallenda, was my biggest hero in life, my biggest inspiration behind everything I do.

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

From your first day at school you are cut off from life to make theories.