You Can't Teach The Old Maestro A

While Looking For The Light, You May Suddenly Be Devoured By The Darkness And Find The True Light

I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except My Own Confusion.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

They Were Like The Man With The Dungeon Stone And Gloom, Rising From The Underground, The Sordid Hipsters Of America, A New Beat Generation That I Was Slowly Joining.

Mainly I've Been Back To My Books And Writings And Being Nice And Quiet And Lazy. As I'm Writing This, The Radio Says There's A Foot Of Snow Falling On Long Island. I Really Love Snow And Wish I Could Take A Long Walk In It Right Now.