I Never Find Words Right Away. Poems

The Buddha Taught That All Life Is Suffering. We Might Also Say That Life, Being Both Attractive And Constantly Dangerous, Is Intoxicating And Ultimately Toxic. 'toxic' Comes From Toxicon, Pendell Tells Us, With A Root Meaning Of 'a Poisoned Arrow.' All Organic Life Is Struck By The Arrows Of Real And Psychic Poisons. This Is Understood By Any True, That Is To Say, Not Self-deluding, Spiritual Path.

Find Your Place On The Planet. Dig In, And Take Responsibility From There.

As A Poet I Hold The Most Archaic Values On Earth . . . The Fertility Of The Soil, The Magic Of Animals, The Power-vision In Solitude, The Terrifying Initiation And Rebirth, The Love And Ecstasy Of The Dance, The Common Work Of The Tribe. I Try To Hold Both History And The Wilderness In Mind, That My Poems May Approach The True Measure Of Things And Stand Against The Unbalance And Ignorance Of Our Times.

Zen Aims At Freedom But Its Practice Is Disciplined.

Like, When We Did Parliament And Funkadelic And Bootsy, It Was Actually One Thing. But There Were So Many People That You Could Split Them Up Into Different Groups. And Then, When We Went Out On Tour And They [the Record Companies] Would See Us All Up There Together - We Had Five, Six Guitars Playing At One Time, Not Including The Bass! -, They Said: "wait A Minute, That's Just One Whole Group, Selling Different Names!" But It Wasn't - We Had Enough People In The Group That Each Member Would Have A Section To Be Another Group. So Now We're Finally Starting To Get Them To Understand That.