“A lot of people refuse to do things because they don’t want to go naked, don’t want to go without guarantee. But that’s what’s got to happen. You go naked until you die.” –Nikki Giovanni
Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,
and are we not of interest to each other?
I suggest that the poets don’t hide. That they scream. That they confront. That they bellow and resist.
To begin is no more agony than opening your hand.