We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.

I know too much and not enough

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

An unnoticed corner of the world suddenly becomes noticed, and when you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it becomes sacred. (On Robert Frank's photography)

The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!