I Write With Experiences In

And Just As There Are No Words For The Surface, That Is, No Words To Say What It Really Is, That It Is Not Superficial But A Visible Core, Then There Is No Way Out Of The Problem Of Pathos Vs. Experience.

There Is The View That Poetry Should Improve Your Life. I Think People Confuse It With The Salvation Army.

I Write With Experiences In Mind, But I Don't Write About Them, I Write Out Of Them.

Therefore Bivouac We On This Great, Blond Highway, Unimpeded By Veiled Scruples, Worn Conundrums. Morning Is Impermanent. Grab Sex Things, Swing Up Over The Horizon Like A Boy On A Fishing Expedition.

The Facts Of History Have Been Too Well Rehearsed.