: revolutionary letter no.29
beware of thosewho say we are the beautiful loserswho stand in their long hair and wait to be punishedwho weep on the beaches for our isolationwe are not alone: we have brothers in all the hillswe have sisters in the jingles and in the ozarkswe even have brothers on the frozen tundrathey sit by their fires, they sing, they gather armsthey multiply : they will reclaim the earthnowhere we can go but they are waiting for usno exile where we will not hear welcome home‘good morning brother, let me work with yougood morning sister, let mefight by your side.’
-Diane di Prima