If You're Too Open-minded; Your Brains Will

[in The True Mad North] Of Introspection, Where 'falcons Of The Inner Eye' Dive And Die, Glimpsing In Their Dying Fall, All Life's Memory Of Existence.

The State Of The World Calls Out For Poetry To Save It.

Communism Wasn't A Word That I Thought Of When I Went To Cuba. The Original Fidelistas Were Not Communists. They Were Graduate Students At The University And Law Students. After The Fidelistas Took Over, They Went To Washington And Tried To Get Support From The U.s. Government, Which Turned Them Down. They Were In A Desperate Political And Economic Situation, So They Took The Offer From The Soviet Union. Communism Was A Matter Of Necessity.

We Were Just A One-room Bookstore; We Didn't Have Any Money For Lawyers.

Poetry Must Be Capable Of Answering The Challenge Of Apocalytpic Times, Even If This Means Sounding Apocaltypic.