The Body Is The One Thing You

We've Always Had A Tradition In America Of Hounding Our Artists To Death. Look At The List Of Our Great Artists, You See A Continual History Of Defeat, Frustration, Poverty, Alcoholism, Drug Addiction. The Best Poets Of My Generation Are All Suicides.

There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin', Really. You Just Get Tired. You Kind Of Drift Away.

A Poet Is Someone Who Stands Outside In The Rain Hoping To Be Struck By Lightning.

To Say That Its Wrong To Feel This Way Is Not The Point; You Do Feel It. All You See Is A Flash Of Fire And, Depending On Your Altitude, You Don't Even See That Sometimes.

What A View, I Said Again. The River Was Blank And Mindless With Beauty. It Was The Most Glorious Thing I Have Ever Seen. But It Was Not Seeing, Really. For Once It Was Not Just Seeing. It Was Beholding. I Beheld The River In Its Icy Pit Of Brightness, In Its Far-below Sound And Indifference, In Its Large Coil And Tiny Points And Flashes Of The Moon, In Its Long Sinuous Form, In Its Uncomprehending Consequence.