No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with -

Marylou was watching Dean as she had watched him clear across the country and back, out of the corner of her eye--with a sullen, sad air, as though she wanted to cut off his head and hide it in her closet, an envious and rueful love of him so amazingly himself, all raging and sniffy and crazy-wayed, a smile of tender dotage but also sinister envy that frightened me about her, a love she knew would never bear fruit because when she looked at his hangjawed bony face with its male self-containment and absentmindedness she knew he was too mad.

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.