"Poet, be like the tortoise: bear the shell of the world and still manage to sing your transforming dithyrambs woven from our blood, our pain, our loves, our history, our joy. The lonely and inescapable truth simply is that this is the only kingdom you will ever have. This is the home of your song."
— Ben Okri, "While the World Sleep"
Those who claim to be poets and to love words, and who try to silence the words and views of others: these are the enemies of literature and thought.
Over and out.
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