What is obscenity? And to whom?

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

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

Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.

I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.

The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.