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.

My country tears of thee.

[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.

The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.

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

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

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.