Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

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

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

There is an ecstatic mechanism in birds that makes them fly upwards in spite of worms.

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

Our government is a bird with two right wings... They're devoted to the perpetuation & spread of corporate capitalism.

I think if there's a great depression there might be some hope.