Make Your Mind Learn Its Way Around

As I Get Older I Perceive Life Has Its Tail In Its Mouth.

We Have Seen The Best Minds Of Our Generation Destroyed By Boredom At Poetry Readings.

Beauty Stands And Waits With Gravity To Start Her Death-defying Leap

Well, I Didn't Know How To Draw Very Well Back Then, In The '40s And '50s.

If You Would Be A Poet, Write Living Newspapers. Be A Reporter From Outer Space, Filing Dispatches To Some Supreme Managing Editor Who Believes In Full Disclosure And Has A Low Tolerance For Bullshit.