What Were You Going To Do Tonight?"

Let' Em Learn Or Let' Em Die

There Would Never Be A Way For Me To Live Comfortably With People. Maybe I'd Become A Monk. I'd Pretend To Believe In God And Live In A Cubicle, Play An Organ And Stay Drunk On Wine.

It’s Hard To Drink When You Dance. And It’s Hard To Dance When You Drink.

The Role Of The Poet Is Almost Nothing...drearily Nothing. And When He Steps Outside Of His Boots And Tries To Get Tough As Our Dear Ezra [pound] Did, He Will Get His Pink Little Ass Slapped.

It Seemed Better To Delay Thinking.