Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous.

To Say That Its Wrong To Feel This Way Is Not The Point; You Do Feel It. All You See Is A Flash Of Fire And, Depending On Your Altitude, You Don't Even See That Sometimes.

There Are So Many Selves In Everybody, And Just To Explore And Exploit One Is Wrong, Dead Wrong, For The Creative Person.

There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin', Really. You Just Get Tired. You Kind Of Drift Away.

To Have Guilt You've Got To Earn Guilt, But Sometimes When You Earn It, You Don't Feel The Guilt You Ought To Have. And That's What The Firebombing Is About.

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.