To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.

Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many splits with women. I need solitude more often when I'm not writing than when I am.

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.