When You Notice Something Clearly And See

From It's Inception Beat Poetry Was Hailed As "something New" And "like All Good Spontaneous Jazz, Newness Is Acceptable And Expected - By Hip People Who Listen." But The Newness Of Jazz Has In It The Echoes Of J. S. Bach.

I Think It Was When I Ran Into Kerouac And Burroughs - When I Was 17 - That I Realized I Was Talking Through An Empty Skull... I Wasn't Thinking My Own Thoughts Or Saying My Own Thoughts.

No Monster Vibration, No Snake Universe Hallucinations. Many Tiny Jeweled Violet Flowers Along The Path Of A Living Brook That Looked Like Blake's Illustration For A Canal In Grassy Eden: Huge Pacific Watery Shore, Orlovsky Dancing Naked Like Shiva Long-haired Before Giant Green Waves, Titanic Cliffs That Wordsworth Mentioned In His Own Sublime, Great Yellow Sun Veiled With Mist Hanging Over The Planet's Oceanic Horizon. No Harm.

You Say What You Want To Say When You Don't Care Who's Listening. If You're Grasping To Get Your Own Voice, You're Making A Strained Attempt To Talk, So It's A Matter Of Just Listening To Yourself As You Sound When You're Talking About Something That's Intensely Important To You.

An Unnoticed Corner Of The World Suddenly Becomes Noticed, And When You Notice Something Clearly And See It Vividly, It Becomes Sacred. (on Robert Frank's Photography)