The Body Is The One Thing You

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.

A Poet Is Someone Who Stands Outside In The Rain Hoping To Be Struck By Lightning.

There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin', Really. You Just Get Tired. You Kind Of Drift Away.

I Once Had The Nerve To Ask Picasso The Question, 'what Is Art?' He Answered, 'art Is A Lie Which Makes Us See The Truth.

I Think Ginsberg Has Done More Harm To The Craft That I Honor And Live By Than Anybody Else By Reducing It To A Kind Of Mean That Enables The Most Dubious Practitioners To Claim They Are Poets Because They Think, If The Kind Of Thing Ginsberg Does Is Poetry, I Can Do That.