The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! – and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
This is the one and only firmament; therefore it is the absolute world. There is no other world. The circle is complete. I am living in Eternity. The ways of this world are the ways of Heaven.
The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene.
Sanity – a trick of agreement.
What is obscenity? And to whom?
Because systems of mass communication can communicate only officially acceptable levels of reality, no one can know the extent of the secret unconscious life. No one in America can know what will happen. No one is in real control.
Bob Dylan’s one of the greatest blues singers of the western world; ancient art, on-the-spot improvisation, mind quickness, endless variation, classical formulae, prophetic vision, mighty wind-horse.
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Breathe when you breathe. Walk where you walk. Talk when you talk. Cry when you cry. Die when you die. Let go when you let go...
Poetry’s role is to provide spontaneous individual candor as distinct from manipulation and brainwash.
Everybody’s serious but me.
The best thing about being famous is that it makes it easier to get laid.
I am learning by the week, but my poesy is still not my own. New rhyme, new me me me in words. I am not all this carven rhetoric.
Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.
My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.
You can’t photograph everything.
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.