"It did not brood. It had no character. Instead it conformed. The people were drab. The street was drab. The people were poor. The street was poor. It was there because it had to be. It had nowhere else to go. Neither did the people. It did not inspire. It was a sponge. It soaked up hope. And at night it counted its people like a warder counts his prisoners."
The People's Poet!
Right on, kids!
Saturday 14 June 2014
Norm Kirk
I was just reading Chris Trotter's latest contribution over at Bowalley Road, It contained a brilliant quote from Norman Kirk:
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