I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A

I Think Ginsberg Has Done More Harm To The Craft That I Honor And Live By Than Anybody Else By Reducing It To A Kind Of Mean That Enables The Most Dubious Practitioners To Claim They Are Poets Because They Think, If The Kind Of Thing Ginsberg Does Is Poetry, I Can Do That.

The True Feeling Of Sex Is That Of A Deep Intimacy, But Above All Of A Deep Complicity.

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.

There Are So Many Selves In Everybody, And Just To Explore And Exploit One Is Wrong, Dead Wrong, For The Creative Person.

You Are Bound, My Hunch Is, To Make It Just Fine.