I'm becoming the street. Who are you in love with? me? Straight against the light I cross.

Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don't give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don't need to, if they don't need poetry bully for them. I like the movies too. And after all, only Whitman and Crane and Williams, of the American poets, are better than the movies.

The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it.

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won't know what you're up to it's true that fresh air is good for the body but what about the soul that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images and when you grow old as grow old you must they won't hate you

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

But it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it.