Poetry: A Sliver Of The

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

It Is Necessary Now And Then For A Man To Go Away By Himself And Experience Loneliness; To Sit On A Rock In The Forest And To Ask Of Himself, 'who Am I, And Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?'...if One Is Not Careful, One Allows Diversions To Take Up One's Time-the Stuff Of Life

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.

The Sea Speaks A Language Polite People Never Repeat. It Is A Colossal Scavenger Slang And Has No Respect.

The Impact Of Television On Our Culture Is Just Indescribable.