Jack
pain mind madness
In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.
independent men paris
Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.
night white light
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.
horse nice eye
Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.
flower tired air
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
madhouses
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
poet lays
I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead.
religious real literature
...the tale that's told for no other reason but companionship, which is another (and my favorite) definition of literature, the tale that's told for companionship and to teach something religious, of religious reverence, about real life, in this real world which literature should (and here does) reflect.
cat moon purring
Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.
lonely men facts
I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.
kindness practice heaven
All is well, practice kindness, heaven is nigh.
scared ghost stranger
I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
ugly
I like it because its ugly
fighting cities names
You can't fight City Hall. It keeps changing its name.