It Isn't Enough For Your Heart To

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

Visions! Omens! Hallucinations! Miracles! Ecstasies! Gone Down The American River! Dreams! Adorations! Illumnations! Religions! The Whole Boatload Of Sensitive Bullshit!

What Thoughts I Have Of You Tonight, Walt Whit- Man, For I Walked Down The Sidestreets Under The Trees With A Headache Self-conscious Looking At The Full Moon. In My Hungry Fatigue, And Shopping For Images, I Went Into The Neon Fruit Supermarket, Dreaming Of Your Enumerations!

I Touch Your Book And Dream Of Our Odyssey In The Supermarket And Feel Absurd.

All These Books Are Published In Heaven.