How To Raise A Human

Community, by Kwame Acheampong

“I was poor, and they paraded in front of me guys performing for pageants, they had new clothes, they made trips. I didn’t suffer from it, my suffering would have been stopping me from entering the hall and feeling my sweat coming out of the pores of my face. My suffering would have been not being there, not being there, surrounded by that poetry that only the sublimation of art can give. I was a painter, poet, sculptor.

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David Price

I write about creativity, loving, language learning and psycho/spirituality. I’m a longtime painter and reader.