Let us go and talk with the poets. (on arriving in San Francisco)

O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret

There were lots of eager young faces and a variety of deliveries and musical styles, among which were dub poets.

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

REQUIEM, n. A mass for the dead which the minor poets assure us the winds sing o'er the graves of their favorites. Sometimes, by way of providing a varied entertainment, they sing a dirge.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, the waking from a weary night of fevers unto truth and light.