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Poets Are Damned... But See With The Eyes Of Angels.

Everything Is Holy! Everybody's Holy! Everywhere Is Holy! Everyday Is In Eternity! Everyman's An Angel!

That's What The Shaman Said. He Didn't Know What He Was Up Against. He Didn't Expect The Strength And Weight And Evil Intensity Of This Spirit, This "entity," As He Called It. The Same Way The Priest In An Exorcism Has To Take On The Spirit.

Visions! Omens! Hallucinations! Miracles! Ecstasies! Gone Down The American River! Dreams! Adorations! Illumnations! Religions! The Whole Boatload Of Sensitive Bullshit!

The Parts That Embarrass You The Most Are Usually The Most Interesting Poetically, Are Usually The Most Naked Of All, The Rawest, The Goofiest, The Strangest And Most Eccentric And At The Same Time, Most Representative, Most Universal... That Was Something I Earned From Kerouac, Which Was That Spontaneous Writing Could Be Embarrassing... The Cure For That Is To Write The Thing Down Which You Will Not Publish And Which You Won't Show People. To Write Secretly... So You Can Actually Be Free To Say Anything You Want.