You Don't Help People In Your Poems.

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.