Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.

I've got enough money to live where I want, but I don't want to move.Go out and have sexual adventures in Burma.

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

Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions. Notice what you notice. Observe what's vivid. Catch yourself thinking. Vividness is self-selecting. And remember the future.

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.