I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

So the problem for the poetic artist or the photographer is the common problem of continuous attentiveness, continuous attempts to notice what he is noticing, continuous alertness to catch himself thinking or seeing, devotional attentiveness to the world he's moving through.

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.

The first person who really showed me the ugly spirit was Brion Gysin. "The ugly spirit shot Joan because . . ." and I never found out why. This Brion wrote out on a piece of paper in a sort of trance state.

You can't photograph everything.

What is obscenity? And to whom?