I’ve appeared on a weekly syndicated television show since 1980.
You know, I come from six generations of college graduates.
I think my first experience of art, or the joy in making art, was playing the horn at some high-school dance or bar mitzvah or wedding, looking at a roomful of people moving their bodies around in time to what I was doing. There was a piano player, a bass player, a drummer, and my breath making the melody.
Consumerist ads brainwash us into individualist and egotistic self-love.
When it comes to college education, American families are paying more and getting less.
In a few decades, the relationship between the environment, resources and conflict may seem almost as obvious as the connection we see today between human rights, democracy and peace.
But even at the height of these scandals, even at the time when our finances were at their worst, the NAACP branches – the grassroots – kept plugging away. They kept doing what they do, and they do it well.
Frankly, writing poetry for children is plain old fun, and I consider myself blessed to have such a delightful career.
The longer you are in a place, the more you get under its layers.
When I was a teenager, just about the only thing I could do right was play music. In my graduating class, I was certainly not voted ‘Most Literary Boy.’ I can assure you I was not voted ‘Mostly Likely to Succeed.’ I was voted ‘Most Musical Boy.’ And the music led to the poetry.