In My Dreams You Walk Dripping From

America, I've Given You All And Now I'm Nothing.

I Want People To Bow As They See Me And Say He Is Gifted With Poetry, He Has Seen The Presence Of The Creator.

I Have A New Method Of Poetry. All You Got To Do Is Look Over Your Notebooks... Or Lay Down On A Couch, And Think Of Anything That Comes Into Your Head, Especially The Miseries. Then Arrange In Lines Of Two, Three Or Four Words Each, Don't Bother About Sentences, In Sections Of Two, Three Or Four Lines Each.

One Must Verge On The Unknown, Write Toward The Truth Hitherto Unrecognizable Of One’s Own Sincerity, Including The Avoidable Beauty Of Doom, Shame, And Embarrassment, That Very Area Of Personal Self-recognition,(detailed Individual Is Universal Remember) Which Formal Conventions, Internalized, Keep Us From Discovering In Ourselves And Others

I've Got Enough Money To Live Where I Want, But I Don't Want To Move.go Out And Have Sexual Adventures In Burma.