We Are All Old-timers, Each

Talking About The Past Is Like A Cat's Trying To Explain Climbing Down A Ladder.

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 Written By Any American For Years. I Don't See How It Could Be Considered Immoral.

Everywhere, Giant Finned Cars Nose Forward Like Fish; A Savage Servility Slides By On Grease.

Once Fishing Was A Rabbit's Foot-- O Wind Blow Cold, O Wind Blow Hot

September Twenty-second, Sir, The Bough Cracks With Unpicked Apples, And At Dawn The Small-mouth Bass Breaks Water, Gorged With Spawn.