[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

Today America's on the wrong side of the world revolution. What I mean by that is, the world revolution is the people's revolution, the liberation movements in all the third world countries, which when everyone tries to get started the U.S. stops.

To say one is revolutionary is a little like saying one is a Zen Buddhist - if you say you are, you probably aren't.

Freedom of speech is always under attack by Fascist mentality, which exists in all parts of the world, unfortunately.

The art has to make it on its own, without explanations, and it’s the same for poetry. If the poem or the painting has to be explained, then it’s a failure in communication.

In Plato's republic, poets were considered subversive, a danger to the republic. I kind of relish that role. So I see my present role as a gadfly, to use my soapbox to promote my various ideas and obsesions.

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