The Kind Of Beauty I

Revolutionaries Don't Get Job Security. They Compete With Rats For Cheese And With Strays For Shelter--after The Big Bullets Make Feet Out Of Their Knees.

Art Is In The Process Of Redefining Our Relationships To Each Other ... The Creative Minds Are Bubbling, Bubbling, And I Know The Soup That's Coming Up Next Time Is Going To Feed A Lot More Of Us.

Ok, Boss, I Don't Mind Shuffling, But I Won't Scratch My Head.

We Both Grew Up In The Atmosphere Of Struggle, Both Ossie And Me, ... I Come Out Of Harlem And Harlem Comes Out Of Me - Wailing Police Sirens And Street Parties, Rumors And Landlords, That Cultural, Spiritual Scene. And Ossie Came Up From The South, Where Struggle And Dying Were Part Of Everyday Life. That Is Who We Are.

Among Whom The Gods Bless, High On The List Are The Music People, Who Tune Into Celestial Vibe-brations And Give Mortals A Taste Of Immortal Sensations.