When All Of Us Are

There Are Things In American Culture That Want To Wipe The Class Distinction. Blue Jeans. Ready-made Clothes. Coca-cola.

Kafka Is Still Unrecognized. He Thought He Was A Comic Writer.

To Be An American (unlike Being English Or French Or Whatever) Is Precisely To Imagine A Destiny Rather Than To Inherit One; Since We Have Always Been, Insofar As We Are Americans At All, Inhabitants Of Myth Rather Than History.

It's So Wrong When I Pick Up A New Edition Of Huckleberry Finn And I Look At The Last Page And It Doesn't Say, Yours Truly, At The End.

I Admire Ginsberg As A Poet, Despite The Fact That He Seems Not To Know When He Is Being Good And When He Is Bad. But He Will Last, Or At Least Those Poems Will Last.