End With An Image And

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

The Unconscious Creates, The Ego Edits.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.

My Mother Never Forgave My Father

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.