I Saw The Best Minds Of My

Strange Now To Think Of You, Gone Without Corsets & Eyes, While I Walk On The Sunny Pavement Of Greenwich Village. Downtown Manhattan, Clear Winter Noon, And I've Been Up All Night, Talking, Talking, Reading The Kaddish Aloud, Listening To Ray Charles Blues Shout Blind On The Phonograph

Let The Straight Flower Bespeak Its Purpose In Straightness - To Seek The Light. Let The Crooked Flower Bespeak Its Purpose In Crookedness - To Seek The Light. Let The Crookedness And Straightness Bespeak The Light.

Things Are Symbols Of Themselves.

America, Why Are Your Libraries Full Of Tears?

Concentrate On What You Want To Say To Yourself And Your Friends. Follow Your Inner Moonlight; Don't Hide The Madness. You Say What You Want To Say When You Don't Care Who's Listening.