I Saw The Best Minds Of My

We Are Great Writers On The Same Dreadful Typewriter

The Only Thing That Can Save The World Is The Reclaiming Of The Awareness Of The World. That's What Poetry Does. By Poetry I Mean The Imagining Of What Has Been Lost And What Can Be Found - The Imagining Of Who We Are And The Slow Realization Of It.

When It Snows In Your Nose, You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

I Don’t Think There’s Any Problem With Advancing Consciousness And Becoming More And More Aware Of The Struggle, Not With The World, Not To Convince Other People To Do Anything. The Really Interesting Think Is The Struggle With The Self, And The Relation With The Self, And There Is No End To The Improvement That Can Be Done There, The Discoveries That Can Be Made.

Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As I Lay My Body Down Between The Ache Of Breath And Breath, Golden Slumber In The Bone.