What If Someone Gave A War And

[william Butler] Yeats Has The Phrase Hodos Chameliontos, Chameleon-like, In That You Don't Know Where The Beginning Or The Middle Or The End Is, So It's An Unrelieved Hallucination, Because You Don't Know Where You're Coming In And You Don't Know Where You're Going Out. It Ends, You're Going Into The Hallucination, Or Maybe Coming Out Of It, I Don't Know.

In My Dreams You Walk Dripping From A Sea Journey On The Highway Across America In Tears To The Door Of My Cottage In The Western Night

Who Burned Cigarette Holes In Their Arms Protesting The Narcotic Tobacco Haze Of Capitalism

Recent History Is The Record Of One Vast Conspiracy To Impose One Level Of Mechanical Consciousness On Mankind.

I Really Would Like To Stop Working Forever–never Work Again, Never Do Anything Like The Kind Of Work I’m Doing Now–and Do Nothing But Write Poetry And Have Leisure To Spend The Day Outdoors And Go To Museums And See Friends. And I’d Like To Keep Living With Someone — Maybe Even A Man — And Explore Relationships That Way. And Cultivate My Perceptions, Cultivate The Visionary Thing In Me. Just A Literary And Quiet City-hermit Existence.