Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

Inside skull vast as outside skull

I want to be a saint, a real saint while I am young, for there is so much work to do.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

I am learning by the week, but my poesy is still not my own. New rhyme, new me me me in words. I am not all this carven rhetoric.