Notes from a friend

I'm so glad you're alive. and not in New Orleans throwing beads to the
trees./or poor.

And reading and bearing poetry and Situationism in a DNA
mentality with an accent.

Oh for a voice of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of
Matisse and Renoir and the Wobblies too, and Allen, and all my misspellings conjoined.

Something vast and blue! This is where political action counts as
much as Poetry and Beauty.

You can say this: This is class warfare in Amerika.

The 60s were a slight perturbation and renovation and a scratching on
the tub wall.