I pulled a book by Robinson Jeffers off the shelf one day. It was powerfully moving. Tears ran down my face. That's when I became a poet.

Art is not the handmaid of politics. It is its own remedy! And its healing is sacral.

Poetry, like sanctity, is the orchestration of multiple attributes into vast, compelling wholes.

I'm beat to the square, and square to the beat, and that's my vocation.

The historic transition from Novice to Proficient to Adept was said to be accomplished virtually overnight by the progression from marijuana to peyote to lysergic acid. Instant mysticism had arrived. Before the court of law, hippies demanded freedom for LSD the way early Christians demanded freedom for the Eucharist.