We Are Great Writers On The Same

What Peaches And What Penumbras! Whole Families Shopping At Night! Aisles Full Of Husbands! Wives In The Avocados, Babies In The Tomatoes!--and You, Garcia Lorca, What Were You Doing Down By The Watermelons?

The Soul Is Innocent And Immortal, It Should Never Die Ungodly In An Armed Madhouse.

It Isn't Enough For Your Heart To Break Because Everybody's Heart Is Broken Now.

Because Systems Of Mass Communication Can Communicate Only Officially Acceptable Levels Of Reality, No One Can Know The Extent Of The Secret Unconscious Life. No One In America Can Know What Will Happen. No One Is In Real Control.

America, How Can I Write A Holy Litany In Your Silly Mood?