An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread
ABERJHANIHorror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson
More Aberjhani Quotes
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Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
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The fact that an African American sits in the White House at the helm of government in the United States of America on this 150th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s
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Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.
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The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
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I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
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And therein shines one major definition of what it meant to be Clinton D. Powell: someone who looked for, trusted in, and helped empower (if you will) the best in others.
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As history has demonstrated many times over, change may arrive slowly or quickly but it is the one constant, in one form or another, on which we can all count.
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The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.
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And what you know from the depths of your own heart to the peaks of your soul to be true. What happens after that is up to you.
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With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
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At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
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Between men and women, between blacks and whites, northerners and southerners, haves and have-have-nots, self and self.
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Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love’s liquid sigh.
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The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words.
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The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
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