Poetry Is Eternal Graffiti Written In The

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.

I Arrived In San Francisco In January 1951. After The Second World War, The Population Was So Uprooted. Soldiers Came Back Home For Brief Periods And Took Off Again. So The Population Was Very Fluid, And Suddenly It Was As If The Continent Tilted West. The Whole Population Slid West. It Took 10 Years For America To Coalesce Into A New Culture. And The New Culture Happened In San Francisco, Not New York.

Poetry Is A Naked Woman, A Naked Man, And The Distance Between Them.

In Plato's Republic, Poets Were Considered Subversive, A Danger To The Republic. I Kind Of Relish That Role. So I See My Present Role As A Gadfly, To Use My Soapbox To Promote My Various Ideas And Obsesions.

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.