My Country Tears Of Thee.

I'm Reading A Book About Romaine Brooks, A Wonderful Painter From Early In The Last Century.

If You Would Be A Poet, Write Living Newspapers. Be A Reporter From Outer Space, Filing Dispatches To Some Supreme Managing Editor Who Believes In Full Disclosure And Has A Low Tolerance For Bullshit.

The Art Has To Make It On Its Own, Without Explanations, And It’s The Same For Poetry. If The Poem Or The Painting Has To Be Explained, Then It’s A Failure In Communication.

I Think If There's A Great Depression There Might Be Some Hope.

Communism Wasn't A Word That I Thought Of When I Went To Cuba. The Original Fidelistas Were Not Communists. They Were Graduate Students At The University And Law Students. After The Fidelistas Took Over, They Went To Washington And Tried To Get Support From The U.s. Government, Which Turned Them Down. They Were In A Desperate Political And Economic Situation, So They Took The Offer From The Soviet Union. Communism Was A Matter Of Necessity.