Invent A New Language Anyone Can Understand.

A Lot Of Manuscripts That Come In, You Wonder By What Outrageous Fantasy The Author Believes That This Should Be Pressed Into Print.

I Arrived In San Francisco In January 1951. After The Second World War, The Population Was So Uprooted. Soldiers Came Back Home For Brief Periods And Took Off Again. So The Population Was Very Fluid, And Suddenly It Was As If The Continent Tilted West. The Whole Population Slid West. It Took 10 Years For America To Coalesce Into A New Culture. And The New Culture Happened In San Francisco, Not New York.

The Paintings May Communicate Even Better Because People Are Lazy And They Can Look At A Painting With Less Effort Than They Can Read A Poem.

When I Was A Boy I Was My Father.

Poetry Is A Naked Woman, A Naked Man, And The Distance Between Them.