Most Artists Have Retired Too

Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us To Convert Ordinary Materials Into Gold.

The Violence And Obscenity Are Left Unadulterated, As Manifestation Of The Mystery And Pain Which Ever Accompanies The Act Of Creation.

My Ideas Usually Come Not At My Desk Writing But In The Midst Of Living.

Reality Doesn’t Impress Me. I Only Believe In Intoxication, In Ecstasy, And When Ordinary Life Shackles Me. I Escape, One Way Or Another. No More Walls.

The Source Of Sexual Power Is Curiosity, Passion. You Are Watching Its Little Flame Die Of Asphyxiation.