I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most are the Americans. There are very few contemporary English poets that I admire.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.

I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really can't!

I want to be silverly beautiful.

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.