Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.

Middle Age At forty-five, What next, what next? At every corner, I meet my Father, My age, still alive.

I'm sure that writing isn't a craft, that is, something for which you learn the skills and go on turning out. It must come from some deep impulse, deep inspiration. That can't be taught, it can't be what you use in teaching.

The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.

It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the most alive books written by any American for years. I don't see how it could be considered immoral.

I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the 'enthusiasm' is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.