[in the true mad north] of introspection,
where 'falcons of the inner eye'
dive and die, glimpsing in their
dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

“I once started outto walk around the worldbut ended up in Brooklyn,that Bridge …”

“We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry re…”

“Fuck Art, let's Dance!”

“I have seen giraffes in junglejimstheir necks like lovewound around the iron ci…”