This Is The One And Only Firmament;

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.

You Can't Photograph Everything.

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.

To Gain Your Own Voice, Forget About Having It Heard. Become A Saint Of Your Own Province And Your Own Consciousness.

Every American Wants More & More Of The World And Why Not, You Only Live Once. But The Mistake Made In America Is Persons Accumulate More & More Dead Matter, Machinery, Possessions & Rugs & Fact Information At The Expense Of What Really Counts As More: Feeling, Good Feeling, Sex Feeling, Tenderness Feeling, Mutual Feeling. You Own Twice As Much Rug If You're Twice As Aware Of The Rug.