Quotes About Expression

i am more/ than i am not/

i'm a poet who writes in english come to share the worlds witchu

Maybe Jane was right. Maybe he was wrong to have filled her head with tales of Bessie Smith and Josephine Baker, let alone take her to see Jackie Wilson, Etta James, Tina Turner and the Ikettes. Maybe it wasn't right to wake up to Chico Hamilton, Lee Morgan, Charlie Parker, and Art Blakey in the morning. Watch the sunset with Miles Davis, Cecil Taylor, and Little Willie John. But Greer didn't know what else to offer that was beautiful and colored and alive, all at the same time.

somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

i usedta live in the world really be in the world free & sweet talkin good mornin & thank-you & nice day uh huh i cant now i cant be nice to nobody nice is such a rip-off regular beauty & a smile in the street is just a set-up

i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt me more than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in the desert/ & i cdnt let you in on it cuz i didnt know/ here is what i have/ poems/ big thighs/ lil tits/ & so much love/ will you take it from me this one time/ please this is for you

i done forgot all abt words aint got no definitions

i found god in myself & i loved her/ i loved her fiercely

though silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you.

I have tried my best to keep my country alive by writing about it.

What's more, she gives shapes to the links between words and their meanings, and then fits them into chains of her own choosing.

Tambi's expression changed again, this time to one of a humble supplicant. 'I am not asking much,' he said. 'Only a miracle. Can you do this?' Wong looked down at the briefing papers in front of him for a moment. Then he looked Tambi in the eye. 'Miracles we have fifteen per cent extra surcharge. Is it okay?

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.

A technique succeeds in mathematical physics, not by a clever trick, or a happy accident, but because it expresses some aspect of a physical truth.

Kelimeler, albay?m, baz? anlamlara gelmiyor.

Beni anlamal?s?n. Çünkü ben kitap de?ilim, çünkü ben öldükten sonra kimse beni okuyamaz, ya?arken anla??lmaya mecburum.

Herkes geçer diyor.Geçer mi olric? Herkes ne bilir ac?m?.Herkes ne bilsin ac?m?z?.Ya?ar gibi yapmaktan,özlemez gibi yapmaktan iyiymi? gibi yapmaktan..Nefes al?p onu içimde tutmaktan o nefeste bo?ulmaktan s?k?ld?m.Ki nefessizlikten de?il nefesten bo?ulmakt?r marifetimiz Olric. -Evet efendimiz -Bana kat?ld???n? bilmek güzel.Arada ses vermen güzel.?çimin sesi de olmasa ölürüm yaln?zl?ktan...

Beni anlam?yorlard?. Zarar yok. Zaten beni, daha kimler anlamad?.

Beni hemen anlamal?s?n, çünkü ben kitap de?ilim, çünkü ben öldükten sonra kimse beni okuyamaz, ya?arken anla??lmaya mecburum.

A?z?n?n, güzel dudaklar?n?n yan?nda bir gülümseme yaratmak için, ne uzun yollardan geçiyorsun. Kendinden veriyorsun ve durmadan eksiliyorsun. Oysa baz? insanlar, olduklar? gibi kalarak, elde ederler istediklerini. Ben, kan?m? damla damla süzerek veriyorum.

bomonti, ne garip sokak ad?: oralarda böyle sokak ad? olmas? garip. çok giderdi, az bahsederdi: her zaman yapt??? gibi. beni ona anlatmaz, onu bana anlatmaz: herkesin bir yeri var. gülümsedi

Anlat?lsayd? de?eri kalmazd? ki. Bu nedenle anlat?lamazd?. Bu "?ey"i birine verseniz de fark?nda olmaz asl?nda. ?nsan uzun uzun anlatsa, "onun" kendine güven verdi?ini söylese, merak ederler belki. Fakat görünce bir "?ey"e benzetemezler muhakkak. Bu muydu, derler o "?ey". Verdi?iyle kal?r insan. Ezer, buru?turur, yere atarlar.