Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker. It Has Always Been Hard For Me To Say Exactly What I Mean In Speech But If I Have Written A Clumsiness, I May Erase It.

We Real Cool. We Left School. We Lurk Late. We Strike Straight. We Sing Sin. We Thin Gin. We Jazz June. We Die Soon.

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.

Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be Scent, Somehow There Must Be Some.

When I Start Writing A Poem, I Don't Think About Models Or About What Anybody Else In The World Has Done.