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.

There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning.

My Heart I'm not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don't prefer one "strain" to another. I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie, not just a sleeper, but also the big, overproduced first-run kind. I want to be at least as alive as the vulgar. And if some aficionado of my mess says "That's not like Frank!," all to the good! I don't wear brown and grey suits all the time, do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera, often. I want my feet to be bare, I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--you can't plan on the heart, but the better part of it, my poetry, is open.

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.