Ex-cons Always Say, "you Never Know What

The Meaning Of Life Can Be Revealed But Never Explained.

The Free, Creative, Loving People Who Shine So Brightly In My Memory Of Studios And Coffee Shops Have Become Models For A Huge Section Of The Population. If They In Turn Can Just Stay Alive In The Face Of Power And Terror, They May Become The Decisive Section.

The Mature Man Lives Quietly, Does Good Privately, Takes Responsibility For His Actions, Treats Others With Friendliness And Courtesy, Finds Mischief Boring And Avoids It. Without The Hidden Conspiracy Of Goodwill, Society Would Not Endure An Hour.

You Learn Nothing If You Carry With You A Journalistic System Of Values, Which Is Invented To Save Reporters From Experience.

Now I Know Surely And Forever, However Much I Have Blotted Our Waking Love, Its Memory Is Still There. And I Know The Web, The Net, The Blind And Crippled Bird. For Then, For One Brief Instant It Was Not Blind, Nor Trapped, Not Crippled. For One Heart Beat The Heart Was Free And Moved Itself. O Love, I Who Am Lost And Damned With Words, Whose Words Are A Business And An Art, I Have No Words. These Words, This Poem, This Is All Confusion And Ignorance. But I Know That Coached By Your Sweet Heart, My Heart Beat One Free Beat And Sent Through All My Flesh The Blood Of Truth.