Occupation: Poet Birth: September 10, 1912 Death: June 3, 1994
Art is not the handmaid of politics. It is its own remedy! And its healing is sacral..
I pulled a book by Robinson Jeffers off the shelf one day. It was powerfully moving. Tears ran down my face. That's when I became a poet..
Poetry, like sanctity, is the orchestration of multiple attributes into vast, compelling wholes..
The historic transition from Novice to Proficient to Adept was said to be accomplished virtually overnight by the progression from marijuana to peyot….
I'm beat to the square, and square to the beat, and that's my vocation..