One Man Wrote Me, Saying, 'you Know Who You Are? You're Nothing But A Captain Bly Pissing Up A Drainpipe!'
You Say To Yourself, Well, This Poem Isn't Going To Be Any Good, But I'll Write It Anyway.
But Our Gusty Emotions Say To Me That We Have / Tasted Heaven Many Times: These Delicacies / Are Left Over From Some Larger Party.
The Sibling Society Is The Flattening Out Of The Previously Democratic Society.
I Wanted To Spend All My Time Writing Poetry. But When I Had Children I Couldn't Do That Anymore.
Sociological Prose Can Tell You Everything, But It Can't Point Out The Grief.
Sociological Prose Is Generally Written Without Images In An Exact Form For An Academic Audience.
What I Am Trying To Do Is Bring People Into Grief In Relation To The Society We Have.
The Ancestors Are Very Much Invested In The Children, Because The Children Are The Ones Who Are Going To Continue The World That The Ancestors Made.
Adolescents Are In Just As Much Trouble In Native America As They Are In The White Community.
Adolescents Believe That The World Belongs To The Living, Or More Particularly To Living People Their Age, So They Feel Within Their Rights If They Destroy The Canon Or Rewrite The Fairy Stories Or Act Like Red Guards.
