When It Snows In Your Nose, You

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.

Candor Disarms Paranoia.

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.

Since Art Is Merely And Ultimately Self-expressive, We Conclude That The Fullest Art, The Most Individual, Uninfluenced, Unrepressed, Uninhibited Expression Of Art Is True Expression And The True Art.

Strange Now To Think Of You, Gone Without Corsets & Eyes, While I Walk On The Sunny Pavement Of Greenwich Village. Downtown Manhattan, Clear Winter Noon, And I've Been Up All Night, Talking, Talking, Reading The Kaddish Aloud, Listening To Ray Charles Blues Shout Blind On The Phonograph