The Only Parts I Like Out Of

Some Of Us Are Born Rebellious. Like Jean Genet Or Arthur Rimbaud, I Roam These Mean Streets Like A Villain, A Vagabond, An Outcast, Scavenging For The Scraps That May Perchance Plummet Off Humanity's Dirty Plates, Though Often Sometimes Taking A Cab To A Restaurant Is More Convenient.

I Dreamed Of Having A Book Of My Own, Of Writing One That I Could Put On A Shelf.

We Need A New Cosmology. New Gods. New Sacraments. Another Drink.

New York Is The Thing That Seduced Me.

Robert Was Concerned With How To Make The Photograph, And I With How To Be The Photograph.