We Live In A Time

Trotsky Rises To Give Me His Hand, Then Sits At His Desk, Gently Allowing His Regard To Light On My Person.

I Saw Mussolini Tirelessly Contemplate A Parade Of Thousands Of Young Men.

I Have Made Love To Ten Thousand Women.

For 30 Years I Have Tried To Make It Understood That There Are No Criminals.

The Place Smelled Of Fairgrounds, Of Lazy Crowds, Of Nights When You Stayed Out Because You Couldn't Go To Bed, And It Smelled Like New York, Of Its Calm And Brutal Indifference.