[Porkypine:] Why, it's a big fat honor... They'll speech at you an' feed you chicken foot stew an'... [Pogo:] But I don't like to listen to them speeches an' I don't care for chicken foots. [Porkypine:] If yo' public is gone give you honor, son, they isn't gone let yo' personal taste stand in the way.

“They warn me that I should not go to far and threaten to stitch up a case against me if I do.”, he said

I arrove about sunrise at the 'Planter's' jest as the 'Powhatan' was a steaming up to the wharf; and so I druv on to de wharf to see if de judge and his darter was a-board, and sure nuff dere dey was!

You can also see a connection in the work of contemporary photographers like Paul Graham, whose haikulike sequences of images don’t shy away from socioeconomic reality.