The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.
I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.
I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.
If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.
If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.
Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.