Invent A New Language Anyone Can Understand.

Poets, Come Out Of Your Closets, Open Your Windows, Open Your Doors, You Have Been Holed Up Too Long In Your Closed Worlds... Poetry Should Transport The Public/to Higher Places/than Other Wheels Can Carry It.

I Am Waiting For The Lost Music To Sound Again In A New Rebirth Of Wonder.

Invent A New Language Anyone Can Understand.

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One Grand Boulevard With Trees With One Grand Cafe In Sun With Strong Black Coffee In Very Small Cups. One Not Necessarily Very Beautiful Man Or Woman Who Loves You. One Fine Day.

Well, I Didn't Know How To Draw Very Well Back Then, In The '40s And '50s.