The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
Fortunately art is a community effort – a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.
America, I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.
America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
Ultimately Warhol’s private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.