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85 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1966
I remembered
words are only necessary after love has gone.


In the summertime of days
I'll ask for nothing more
than a face and a quiet place
that was cast aside by God.
I am sexual by nature and I continue to fall in love with people and with any luck human beings of both sexes will now and again be drawn to me. I can’t imagine choosing one sex over the other, that’s just too limiting. I can’t even honestly say I have a preference. I’m attracted to different people for different reasons.
I do identify with the Gay Rights struggle, to me that battle is about nothing more or less than human rights. I marched in the 50’s and 60’s to protest the treatment of Blacks in this country and I’m proud of the fact that I broke the color barrier in South Africa by being the first artist to successfully demand integrated seating at my concerts. I am a die-hard feminist and will continue to speak out for women’s rights as long as they are threatened. These, of course, are all social issues and have nothing to do with my sex life (although admittedly I’ve met some pretty hot people of both sexes on the picket line.)
I used to be afraid to look completely real
the sun was just my friend sometimes
when brown from sea and sky made things all right -
always afraid to be anything but young
and envying beauty
even on the face of strangers
Is this what growing up means
the reality of lighting over public mirrors?
Or is my confidence in love so great
that I worry not
to let you see me at my worst? ~Camera