What If Someone Gave A War And

The Soul Is Innocent And Immortal, It Should Never Die Ungodly In An Armed Madhouse.

Because Systems Of Mass Communication Can Communicate Only Officially Acceptable Levels Of Reality, No One Can Know The Extent Of The Secret Unconscious Life. No One In America Can Know What Will Happen. No One Is In Real Control.

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.

[william Butler] Yeats Has The Phrase Hodos Chameliontos, Chameleon-like, In That You Don't Know Where The Beginning Or The Middle Or The End Is, So It's An Unrelieved Hallucination, Because You Don't Know Where You're Coming In And You Don't Know Where You're Going Out. It Ends, You're Going Into The Hallucination, Or Maybe Coming Out Of It, I Don't Know.

The Closet Door Is Open For Me, Where I Left It, Since I Left It Open, It Has Graciously Stayed Open.