I Know Too Much And Not Enough

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.

I Smoke Marijuana Every Chance I Get.

So I Had A Choice Between Going To A Jail Or Going To A Bughouse Like A Nice Young Middle-class Student. So I Chose To Go To A Very Polite Mental Hospital. When I Left Eight Months Later, They Said, 'you Were Never Psychotic. You Were Just An Average Neurotic.'

The Rolling Stones Were An Inkling Towards An Appreciation Of The Unity Of Music, Dance And Words. Any Of The Black R&b People Who Had A Stage Show That Involved Dancing, Music And Words Did The Same Thing, Except That I Thought Jagger's Words Were Good, His Music Was Good And His Dancing Was Good. I Spoke To Him About Blake And Tried To Get Him To Sing [william] Blake's The Grey Monk, To Use His Words As Lyrics. He Didn't Do It. In The End, I Did It Myself.

What Is Obscenity? And To Whom?