I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

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

From it's inception Beat poetry was hailed as "something NEW" and "like all good spontaneous jazz, newness is acceptable and expected - by hip people who listen." But the newness of jazz has in it the echoes of J. S. Bach.

A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.