Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.
What my character is or how many jails I have lounged in, or wards or walls or wassails, how many lonely-heart poetry readings I have dodged, is beside the point. A man's soul or lack of it will be ev...
The thing that I fear discriminating against is humor and truth.
Isolation is a gift. Everything else is just a test of your endurance. You will be alone with the Gods. Your nights will flame with fire.
The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life.- from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman "On Cats
Each man's hell is in a different place:
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
Our disappointment sits between us.
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.
In that drunken placeyou wouldlike to hand your heart to herand saytouch itbut thengive it back.
The secret is writing down one simple line after another.
there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day
my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
I write poetry, worry, smile,laughsleepcontinue for a whilejust like most of usjust like all of us;sometimes I want to hug allMankind on earthand say,god damn all this that they've brought down on us,...
in the most decent sometimes sun there is the softsmoke feeling from urns and the canned sound of old battleplanes and if you go inside and run your finger along the window ledge you'll find dirt, may...
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
•هر یک از زنانیکه زمانیبی تفاوت از کنارشان گذشته ایتمام دنیای مردی بوده اند...همین زن که از اتوبوس پیاده شدبا چشمهای معمولیو کیفی معمولی ترو تو معصومش پنداشتیروزیجاییکسی را آتش زده...با همان ساقهای مع...
There's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too clever, I only let him outat night sometimeswhen everybody's asleep.I say, I know that you're there,so don't besad.then I put him back,bu...
Some men neverdieand some men neverlivebut we're all alivetonight.