I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
With my fucking suave manners and knowitall, eyes, and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious, in this Hell of Birth & Death
Unless Chase Bank quits I prophesy blood violence
I shudder, I see the love, I’m doomed, my heart melts again — can’t stand not to be in love, can’t stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that’s what’s wrong with me...
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually.
Everybody's serious but me.
My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.
Our means in America to control the money munching war machine, bright lit industry
Enraptured in hypnotic war
All Revolution and Consumption, Manufacture and Communication
The weight of the worldis love.Under the burdenof solitude,under the burdenof dissatisfactionthe weight,the weight we carryis love.Who can deny?In dreamsit touchesthe body,in thoughtconstructsa miracl...
Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.
One does not know yet whether Christ was God or the Devil - Buddha is more reassuring.
No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny,cannot withhold if denied: the weight is...
Man is no form no mighty molecule no justidea alone — all that Thing — I feel man tender radiance at Heart betweenbreast and belly, that physical placewhere the Self urges — delicate sensation
False emotions broadcast thru the Land
All these books are published in Heaven.