“who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism”

“Who can prophesy peace, or vow Futurity for any but armed insects”

“that blue flame burnning? Industry!”

“Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm”

“Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?”

“Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.”

“I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”