Everybody's Serious But Me.

Now I Have Enough Money To Travel Wherever I Want, But I Haven't Got The Health.

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.

From It's Inception Beat Poetry Was Hailed As "something New" And "like All Good Spontaneous Jazz, Newness Is Acceptable And Expected - By Hip People Who Listen." But The Newness Of Jazz Has In It The Echoes Of J. S. Bach.

Naked In Solitary Prison Cell He Looks Down At A Hard-on.

Poets Are Damned... But See With The Eyes Of Angels.