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Poetry Has Ceased To Be A Public Art And Has Become, As Whitehead Said Of Religion, "what Man Does With His Aloneness.

Did You Know I Staged The First Performance In America Of At The Hawk's Well?

With My Own Group I Like To Keep It Loose. They Have To Counter Rather Than Go With Me. When They Stop I Like To Be Moving.

I've Had It With These Cheap Sons Of Bitches Who Claim They Love Poetry But Never Buy A Book.

The Holiness Of The Real Is Always There, Accessible In Total Immanence. The Nodes Of Transcendence Coagulate In You, The Experiencer, And In The Other, The Lover.