The State Of The World Calls Out

We'd Like To Just Write Nothing But Lyric Poetry. The Trouble Is, The Individual Is Going Along Intent On His Own Personal Gratifications And Love Affairs And Financial Affairs And Everything Else. But Loping Alongside Him Is This Fascist Lout Who Keeps Trying To Take Over. And If You Keep Ignoring Him, He Gets Bigger And Bigger, So Every Once In A While The Free Individual Has To Turn Away From His Private Pursuits And Give This Fascist Lout A Few Clouts, And Beat Him Down To Size.

Paperbacks Weren't Considered Real Books In The Book Trade. Up Till Then It Was Just Murder Mysteries, Potboilers, 25-cent Pocket Books Sold In Newsstands. When The New York Publishers Started Publishing Quality Paperbacks, There Was No Place To Buy Them.

I Once Started Out To Walk Around The World But Ended Up In Brooklyn, That Bridge Was Too Much For Me.

The Poet Like An Acrobat Climbs On Rime To A High Wire Of His Own Making.

The Future Of Publishing Lies With The Small And Medium-sized Presses, Because The Big Publishers In New York Are All Part Of Huge Conglomerates.