I Saw The Best Minds Of My

The First Person Who Really Showed Me The Ugly Spirit Was Brion Gysin. "the Ugly Spirit Shot Joan Because . . ." And I Never Found Out Why. This Brion Wrote Out On A Piece Of Paper In A Sort Of Trance State.

Taxi September Along Jessore Road Oxcart Skeletons Drag Charcoal Load Past Watery Fields Thru Rain Flood Ruts Dung Cakes On Treetrunks, Plastic-roof Huts Wet Processions Families Walk Stunted Boys Big Heads Don't Talk Look Bony Skulls & Silent Round Eyes Starving Black Angels In Human Disguise.

Subject Is Known By What She Sees.

America, How Can I Write A Holy Litany In Your Silly Mood?

A Poem Is Like A Radio That Can Broadcast Continuously For Thousands Of Years.