I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw

The Whole Blear World Of Smoke And Twisted Steel Around My Head In A Railroad Car, And My Mind Wandering Past The Rust Into Futurity: I Saw The Sun Go Down In A Carnal And Primeval World, Leaving Darkness To Cover My Railroad Train Because The Other Side Of The World Was Waiting For Dawn.

Naked In Solitary Prison Cell He Looks Down At A Hard-on.

You Say What You Want To Say When You Don't Care Who's Listening. If You're Grasping To Get Your Own Voice, You're Making A Strained Attempt To Talk, So It's A Matter Of Just Listening To Yourself As You Sound When You're Talking About Something That's Intensely Important To You.

Subject Is Known By What She Sees.

From It's Inception Beat Poetry Was Hailed As "something New" And "like All Good Spontaneous Jazz, Newness Is Acceptable And Expected - By Hip People Who Listen." But The Newness Of Jazz Has In It The Echoes Of J. S. Bach.