You Can't Photograph Everything.

Naked In Solitary Prison Cell He Looks Down At A Hard-on.

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

A Poem Is Like A Radio That Can Broadcast Continuously For Thousands Of Years.

From It's Inception Beat Poetry Was Hailed As "something New" And "like All Good Spontaneous Jazz, Newness Is Acceptable And Expected - By Hip People Who Listen." But The Newness Of Jazz Has In It The Echoes Of J. S. Bach.

He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote The Universe Dont Exist And Died To Prove It