I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.

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.

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.

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.

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

he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it