And so I pray I am today as honest with myself, with life all around me and below and above me, with all who I encounter. — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share Image
I culled poetry from odors, sounds, faces, and ordinary events occurring around me. Breezes bulged me as if I were cloth; sounds nicked their… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
“They turn the water off, so I live without water, they build walls higher, so I live without treetops, they paint the windows black,… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
Every poem is an infant labored into birth and I am drenched with sweating effort, tired from the pain and hurt of being a… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
I do know that if you can name certain things and understand them, it allows you to make better choices. Unfortunately, there's so much… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
“It's the process of making-do, of the life I've lived between breakdowns and break-ups, that has made life worth living. I could not bear… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
I can't stand the comfort zone. So many people I know, their parents give them their homes, and they get married and have children,… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
I sat back in my wooden chair as they signed the paperwork and stared down at the arm rests, studying the various layers of… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
Americans would have a right to go to war with the Iraqis if we could name one author from Iraq. It disturbs me that… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
We're all self-destructive when we're young. We all rebel. If we don't, there's something wrong. But when a Chicano kid's in a rebellious state,… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
I believe it's our responsibility as citizens to get in there and not accept the constant failure of prisons to deal with racism, lack… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
You've got to invite Native Americans to the table, and Asians, and Chicanos. You cannot keep us in the back room anymore and give… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
“I am a face in a trance, evoking duende. My face imbues breath and stuns you with star-spirit. I am grove-face, story-teller face, and… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
I am learning to look at myself differently, to see the scattered remnants of hope and dreams and collect them again. — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
Being a human being without forgiveness is like being a guitarist without fingers or being the diva without a tongue. — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share
