The real literary editors have mostly been fired. Those that remain are all 'bottom line' editors; everything depends on the money.

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

Southern California, where the American Dream came too true.

I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in a new rebirth of wonder.

The future of publishing lies with the small and medium-sized presses, because the big publishers in New York are all part of huge conglomerates.

It's much easier to consume the visual image than to read something.

This is all very nice, because the ideas that Jack and the Beat generation stood for are needed today more than ever. But I'm not so interested in nostalgia. I'm interested in the future.