I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

I Like You; Your Eyes Are Full Of Language." [letter To Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

So I Won't Hang Around In My Hospital Shift, Repeating The Black Mass And All Of It. I Say Live, Live Because Of The Sun, The Dream, The Excitable Gift.

But Even In A Telephone Booth Evil Can Seep Out Of The Receiver And We Must Cover It With A Mattress, And Then Tear It From Its Roots And Bury It, Bury It.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.