I Know Too Much And Not Enough

In My Dreams You Walk Dripping From A Sea Journey On The Highway Across America In Tears To The Door Of My Cottage In The Western Night

I Have A New Method Of Poetry. All You Got To Do Is Look Over Your Notebooks... Or Lay Down On A Couch, And Think Of Anything That Comes Into Your Head, Especially The Miseries. Then Arrange In Lines Of Two, Three Or Four Words Each, Don't Bother About Sentences, In Sections Of Two, Three Or Four Lines Each.

Naked In Solitary Prison Cell He Looks Down At A Hard-on.

This Is The Same Notion - Catholic Exorcism, Psychotherapy, Shamanistic Practices - Getting To The Moment When Whatever It Was Gained Access. And Also To The Name Of The Spirit. Just To Know That It's The Ugly Spirit. That's A Great Step. Because The Spirit Doesn't Want Its Name To Be Known.

You Too Must Seek The Sun.