“Now mind is clearas a cloudless sky.Time then to make ahome in wilderness.What have I done butwander with my eyesin the trees? So Iwill build: wife,family, and seekfor neighbors.Or Iperish of lonesomenessor want of food orlightning or the bear(must tame the hartand wear the bear).And maybe make an imageof my wandering, a littleimage—shrine by theroadside to signifyto traveler that I livehere in the wildernessawake and at home.”

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving...”

“I never dreamed the sea so deep,The earth so dark; so long my sleep,I have become another child.I wake to see the world go wild.”

“I really would like to stop working forever–never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now–and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I’d like to keep living with someone — maybe even a man — and explore relationships that way. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.”

“I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.”

“If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction”

“Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!”