(b. 1949– )
U.S. poet, musician, and author
Gil Scott-Heron
I wish you knew me before I was like this.
“New York is Killing Me,” by Alex Wilkinson, The New Yorker, August 9, 2010, 26–32.
The way you get to know yourself is by the expressions on other people’s faces, because that’s the only thing that you can see, unless you carry a mirror about.
“New York is Killing Me,” by Alex Wilkinson, The New Yorker, August 9, 2010, 26–32.