Poetry Is Eternal Graffiti Written In The

Everything The Beats Stood For Was The Opposite Of The Dominant Culture Today.

The World Is A Beautiful Place To Be Born Into If You Don't Mind Some People Dying All The Time Or Maybe Only Starving Some Of The Time Which Isn't Half So Bad If It Isn't You.

See It Was Like This When We Waltz Into This Place. A Couple Of Papish Cats Is Doing An Aztec Two-step And I Says Dad Let's Cut But Then This Dame Comes Up Behind Me See And Says You And Me Could Really Exist Wow I Says Only The Next Day She Has Bad Teeth And Really Hates Poetry.

The Real Literary Editors Have Mostly Been Fired. Those That Remain Are All 'bottom Line' Editors; Everything Depends On The Money.

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One Grand Boulevard With Trees With One Grand Cafe In Sun With Strong Black Coffee In Very Small Cups. One Not Necessarily Very Beautiful Man Or Woman Who Loves You. One Fine Day.