what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

Candor disarms paranoia.

You too must seek the sun.

When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.