Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel of small war--until the en….

I'm sure that writing isn't a craft, that is, something for which you learn the skills and go on turning out. It must come from some deep impulse, de….

Once fishing was a rabbit's foot-- O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot.

Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease..

It is night, And it is vanity, and age Blackens the heart of Adam. Fear, The yellow chirper, beaks its cage..

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet..

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will..

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncomin….

Life begins to happen. My hoppped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes.

Most poetry is very formal, but when a modern poet is formal he gets more attention for it than old poets did..

It's the light of the oncoming train..

It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the most alive books writt….

What can the dove of Jesus give You now but wisdom, exile? Stand and live, The dove has brought an olive branch to eat..

Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?.

Sometimes nothing is so solid to me as writing - I suppose that's what a vocation means - at times a torment, a bad conscience, but all in all, purpo….