I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterda >>
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. >>
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal >>
The language of the younger generation has the brutality of the city a >>
By such innovations are languages enriched, when the words are adopted >>
All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry. >>
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.