When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

Few people have written significant books about San Francisco. Robert Duncan was, in my opinion, often in the clouds. If he walked the streets a lot he didn't write about as such.

When my own writing needs a perk, I open Zukofsky and read from "A" - particularly sections "22" and "23." It can be opaque, but I love the intensity.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.