The East Is Not For Me--the Sensuous

The World Is A Raving Idiot, And No Man Can Kill It: Though I’ll Do My Best. But You’re Right. We Must Rescue Ourselves As Best We Can.

Sex And Beauty Are Inseparable, Like Life And Consciousness. And The Intelligence Which Goes With Sex And Beauty, And Arises Out Of Sex And Beauty, Is Intuition.

You Love Me So Much, You Want To Put Me In Your Pocket. And I Should Die There Smothered.

But The Act, Called The Sexual Act, Is Not For The Depositing Of Seed. It Is For Leaping Off Into The Unknown, As From A Cliff's Edge, Like Sappho Into The Sea.

The Essential American Soul Is Hard, Isolate, Stoic, And A Killer. It Has Never Yet Melted.