I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me.

We'd like to just write nothing but lyric poetry. The trouble is, the individual is going along intent on his own personal gratifications and love affairs and financial affairs and everything else. But loping alongside him is this fascist lout who keeps trying to take over. And if you keep ignoring him, he gets bigger and bigger, so every once in a while the free individual has to turn away from his private pursuits and give this fascist lout a few clouts, and beat him down to size.

I'm reading a book about Romaine Brooks, a wonderful painter from early in the last century.

Poetry can change the world, just like any art can change the world, by changing consciousness. Of course this was the great slogan of the nineteen sixites hippies’ revolution—enlarge the area of consciousness, which quite often was done by psychedelic means.

Poetry must be capable of answering the challenge of apocalytpic times, even if this means sounding apocaltypic.

I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me.

When I was a boy I was my father.