These are the poems of a traveler and a lover who feels both the terror of time passing and the consolation of eternity. From such tension spring lovely poetic objects, ready for intelligent use.

The peasants of all lands recognize power and they salute it, whether it's good or evil.

It's still a mystery to me exactly how I learned the language. [But] I was 19 years old and I had very urgent things to tell girls.

How did you fall in love with New Orleans? At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.

The real technology -behind all our other technologies- is language. It actually creates the world our consciousness lives in.

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.

In the grand collage that is Dada, past and future are equally usable.