I Know Too Much And Not Enough

I Really Would Like To Stop Working Forever–never Work Again, Never Do Anything Like The Kind Of Work I’m Doing Now–and Do Nothing But Write Poetry And Have Leisure To Spend The Day Outdoors And Go To Museums And See Friends. And I’d Like To Keep Living With Someone — Maybe Even A Man — And Explore Relationships That Way. And Cultivate My Perceptions, Cultivate The Visionary Thing In Me. Just A Literary And Quiet City-hermit Existence.

I Believe That We Are Put Here In Human Form To Decipher The Hieroglyphs Of Love And Suffering. And, There Is No Degree Of Love Or Intensity Of Feeling That Does Not Bring With It The Possibility Of A Crippling Hurt. But, It Is A Duty To Take That Risk And Love Without Reserve Or Defense.

The Parts That Embarrass You The Most Are Usually The Most Interesting Poetically, Are Usually The Most Naked Of All, The Rawest, The Goofiest, The Strangest And Most Eccentric And At The Same Time, Most Representative, Most Universal... That Was Something I Earned From Kerouac, Which Was That Spontaneous Writing Could Be Embarrassing... The Cure For That Is To Write The Thing Down Which You Will Not Publish And Which You Won't Show People. To Write Secretly... So You Can Actually Be Free To Say Anything You Want.

Ordinary Mind Includes Eternal Perceptions. Notice What You Notice. Observe What's Vivid. Catch Yourself Thinking. Vividness Is Self-selecting. And Remember The Future.

Well, While I'm Here I'll Do The Work — And What's The Work? To Ease The Pain Of Living. Everything Else, Drunken Dumbshow.