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...will retire from politics when the Puerto Rican community develops capable political leaders with a deep concern for the people. To date, such leaders have not emerged. Herman Badillo is perhaps the most articulate spokesman in the community, but Badillo had failed repeatedly to get involved with any grass roots problems. Badillo is what I call "a press release" congressman. He will offer numerous suggestions for action but rarely follows through. Much of the Puerto Rican anti-poverty leadership has ignored the needs of the people in efforts to advance their personal careers. I have also opposed this leadership...
They're condemned to an excruciating surface life. It's 1973, it's winter, it's Boston and New York and Greyhounds and trains--all browning grass and filthy slush and highway grit. Usually the scene is familiar, and you feel as if you're in the background of every shot, with a knapsack maybe, not noticing the three sailors standing smoking in the corner by the luggage lockers. The career soldier on leave for a good time travels the circuit of the friendless and the mobile, nowhere to go but the next station or bar or cheap hotel...
...defined flowers in terms of infinity: a rose is a rose is a rose. Her description of St. Ignatius' vision of the Holy Ghost was "Pigeons on the grass, alas!" Wit, whimsy, sly associations of sound were Gertrude Stem's forte; when she got heavy or theoretical, she was unreadable. It is a truism of the Lost Generation that she influenced Hemingway's style crucially. He took her schematic use of sound patterns and transmogrified it into the spare, stylized prose that became the most pervasive literary parlance of the century. For all her celebrity...
...STREET of old, run-down houses ten tufts of grass were shared among ten little dirt lots. The houses were on stone pillars that looked like they would buckle any minute. The filthy kids, and ugly yellow dogs dug holes in the yards...
...come snooping around my place one night, and Mr. Cowart says to him, 'Go away. That boy don't do anything wrong. Leave him alone.' I guess it seems like I come from nowhere. Sometime that first year I go to Mr. MacDonald, looking for someone to cut my grass here, it was so overgrown then. And he tells me, 'Hey, I think we can make us both some money here.' I didn't know it was hay, but now I got a tractor made in 1948, the year I was born, ready to go to work. Made a couple...