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Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One Grand Boulevard With Trees With One Grand Cafe In Sun With Strong Black Coffee In Very Small Cups. One Not Necessarily Very Beautiful Man Or Woman Who Loves You. One Fine Day.

The Poet Like An Acrobat Climbs On Rime To A High Wire Of His Own Making.

The State Of The World Calls Out For Poetry To Save It.

Today America's On The Wrong Side Of The World Revolution. What I Mean By That Is, The World Revolution Is The People's Revolution, The Liberation Movements In All The Third World Countries, Which When Everyone Tries To Get Started The U.s. Stops.

[in The True Mad North] Of Introspection, Where 'falcons Of The Inner Eye' Dive And Die, Glimpsing In Their Dying Fall, All Life's Memory Of Existence.