3 Quotes by Major Jackson

ll we want is to succumb to a single kissthat will contain us like a marathonwith no finish line, and if so, that we landlike newspapers before sunrise, halcyonmornings arrived like blue martinis. I amlearning the steps to a foreign song: her mind was torpedo, and her body was storm,a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolisof Sundays, an empire of hand-holdingand park benches? She says, "Leave it all up to me.

. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry's social value.

It's too bad war makes peopledisappear like chess pieces, and that prisonsturn prisoners into movie endings.