I don't think," he insisted. "I feel.

I wish I could just project everything on the paper.

It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to Him.

Ultimately, I want to make everyone horny.

My mother had no end of tragedy in her life. She would make herself get up and take a deep breath and go out and do laundry. Hang up sheets.

My father hated rock and roll - hated it. My first real argument with my father was over the Rolling Stones. And he never, ever liked rock and roll. He just liked me.

My style of performance poetry came from the beatniks, Allen Ginsberg.