And the Blue Angels are coming back to scare the local population. I remember seeing old Vietnamese women ducking under the benches in Washington Square; they thought they were back in the war.
The real literary editors have mostly been fired. Those that remain are all ‘bottom line’ editors; everything depends on the money.
A dog is like a liberal. He wants to please everybody. A cat really doesn’t need to know that everybody loves him.
Everything the Beats stood for was the opposite of the dominant culture today.
But he said Blanket Hill should be a national monument. And so we came out of his chambers feeling, though while we had lost to the powers of darkness, we had at least shown one Federal Judge what the right path would have been.
Well, I didn’t know how to draw very well back then, in the ’40s and ’50s.
The future of publishing lies with the small and medium-sized presses, because the big publishers in New York are all part of huge conglomerates.
The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.
Southern California, where the American Dream came too true.