Poetry Has Ceased To Be

It Takes Great Labor To Uncover The Convincing Simple Speech Of The Heart. Poetic Candor Comes With Hard Labor, So Even Does Impetuosity And Impudence.

The Holiness Of The Real Is Always There, Accessible In Total Immanence. The Nodes Of Transcendence Coagulate In You, The Experiencer, And In The Other, The Lover.

You Don't Become A Saint Until You Lead A Good Life Whether In Tibet Or Italy Or America.

Erotic Love Is One Of The Highest Forms Of Contemplation.

Ex-cons Always Say, "you Never Know What Makes The Wheels Go Round Until You've Done Time In The Joint." This Is Even More True Of Psychiatric Hospitals. It Is A Perfect Mass Hypostatization Of Society, The Organization Of The Social Lie.