Not Until It Starts To Stink Does

My Feeling Is That Most Political Poetry Is Preaching To The Choir, And That The People Who Are Going To Make The Political Changes In Our Lives Are Not The People Who Read Poetry, Unfortunately. Poetry Not Specifically Aimed At Political Revolution, Though, Is Beneficial In Moving People Toward That Kind Of Action, As Well As Other Kinds Of Action. A Good Poem Makes Me Want To Be Active On As Many Fronts As Possible.

To The Poet As A Basement Quilt, But Perhaps To Some Reader A Latticework Of Regrets.

A Perfect Example Of The New Republic's Urge To Drape Itself With The Togas Of Classical Respectability.

Therefore Bivouac We On This Great, Blond Highway, Unimpeded By Veiled Scruples, Worn Conundrums. Morning Is Impermanent. Grab Sex Things, Swing Up Over The Horizon Like A Boy On A Fishing Expedition.

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night, Through Blizzards And Desert Heat, Across Torrents, Through Narrow Passes. But Will He Know Where To Find You, Recognize You When He Sees You, Give You The Thing He Has For You?